The princess spoke to me in the early morning when she said, "you look tired." There was no communication until the end of the day when she requested first, candy, and then a four course meal delivered to her at her house where she would be resting on her couch. When spaghetti and meatballs were suggested, she quickly countered with "calzone" and then the deal quickly faltered into no plan at all. The scribe was left to contemplate a dreary Monday indeed.
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