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Glancing up from Intergalactic Fairytales, I find an actual prince and his frog entering my boutique. Gifts, he says (heart-stopping blue-eyed smile). I picture the lucky recipient: striking, slender, flowing hair...
But he goes for the biggest, dumpiest dress... Wig!... Shoes I scrounge half an arn for in the storeroom, didn’t know they made them that huge...
Smaller items too, I guess for the frog-creature’s ladylove.
Then the man spots tiaras behind my shoulder.
“Ahh, Sparky, we got to have us one of those babies, too.”
“Hrmpph.”
But I smile... In his noble heart, his beloved’s still a princess.
