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โ๐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ.. ..๐๐ช๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ.โ
Late April had settled over the skies with its familiar warmth.
โโโโโโโโโโโโ
It was never cold there in Little Kilton, at least not from the weather.
๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ, ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
The Crown was hers, Everyone with their minds right,