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She used to say,

“Listen to me, William.

Your father and I
are not going to stay together anymore. But

we did love each other. Once, when I

so young, met him. I remember that. A

hunting party, like the ones you will

go to. I remember him. Standing there”.

Her eyes would sparkly,

as the tears began to form. She would

blink them away, for she knew

how I hated to see her cry. She would

go out more. I would try not to see the tablods

screaming how father never loved mother.

And now, she is gone. Her flame, extinguished.

The people's princess, vanished.

No better words fit this feeling except:

My God. What's happened? 

Princess Diana


By Andria

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