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you were still a little princess and even a few servants couldn't keep track of you, so you had a personal butler, his name was Fyodor Dostoevsky. He only served you for a month, but you got along very well with him.
one day you were walking in the garden, running after beautiful butterflies between the bushes and got a little dirty. Fyodor came up to you kneeling in front of you Let me help you, Princess. with a handkerchief, he brushed the dirt off your dress and straightened your hair
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