| It's the night of the ball. The prince is wandering around, trying to find someone interesting to dance with. |
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| Then he sees her. It feels like fireworks going of around them as the prince asks her to dance. |
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| May I have this dance? | |
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| Sure. I'd like that. | |
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| They dance and they dance until the clock strikes twelve ans she hurries off, leaving the prince behind in confusion. |
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| Wait! I don't even know your name! | |
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