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Jola ran as fast as she could from the search team till she found a place to hide. She needed to stop panting so loud. She tried to suppress her pants so she placed one of her palms on the earth. Ugh! She could not believe that she just did that. She was a woman who would slap her maids’ faces if a part of her robe touches the ground. She was that woman; the princess.
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