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The prince had walked up to Snow White, excited, and ready to awaken such a beautiful body. As he leaned over the frail figure, thing became blurry. In moments the past prince who had been awake a minute ago was now lying unconscious in the place of the girl. White had was full of disbelief as she saw he handsome young man lying down. After moments of hesitation the princess ran full sprint out of the Forrest with the widest grin.

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