9/11 Short Stories

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It all started in medieval Europe, at the castle of the great king. The moon was overhead, but the party would continue on for several more hours. The princess sighed while she was led across the floor by yet another young man vying for her hand. This one was a hopelessly awful dancer, seeming to have two left feet. If she had to wear these heels any longer, she might just sit down right on the ballroom floor! The song finally ended and another gentleman tried to cut in, but he was quickly interrupted by a timid servant. "Ex-excuse me, Princess," he stuttered. "But there's, uh, someone waiting for you by the front doors." Eager for a break, the princess replied, "Why, thank you. I will go there immediately." She took her time walking to the

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