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Texty: Chase Coy. Indiana Sun. Princess.

It was raining on the day when we first met but you held my hand and the sun came out.
I've been holding my breath ever since, cause it doesn't make sense how a princess like you could end up with a pauper like me.
But so long as the story ends happily, I don't care.