That wasn't rambling! If you really want to hear rambling, I can give you rambling. For one thing, don't get me started about the ball, because I really don't know what I should wear, or if I should get a date, but of course somebody will date me, right? I'm great like that. No, the real problem is which one to choose, since there are so many suitors that they practically pile up on top of each other, and really, I'm not so cruel as to break their hearts like that! But who knows? I need to choose one. Maybe I'll choose the richest one. But who's the richest? The prince! Oh, yes, the prince! And he has to have lots of vassals, too, that's the most important thing. Of course, I wouldn't mind someone slightly poorer, as long as he's got good looks. I wonder if I can find a good-looking rich person soon enough for the ball. Why do they even call it a ball? I think they should call it a dance. I mean, not a lot of people are 'on the ball' about this one, you know what I mean? But I think it'll be just wonderful! Dancing, and music, and
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AND YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO ENTER INTO LADY SERRA'S SUPER RAFFLE DRAWING, YES YES?
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I SAID THAT MAYBE YOU SHOULD APOLOGIZE DIRECTLY TO GRUMPYCATS BECAUSE YOU MADE HIM REALLY SCARED AS A LITTLE KID.
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