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The hundred years were coming to a close. The spell on the Sleeping Princess was weakening. Prince Charming knew his timing was excellent. He started to hack at the thick thorns of the enchanted forest, cutting a path to the entrance of the palace. He would be at the Princess' side just before sunrise.
He flew the stairs to the highest tower, knelt before the Princess and kissed her chastely on the lips.
The Princess woke up:
'5.00 am? You're bit keen, aren't you? I never wake up before twelve. Come back later.'
On this, she went back to sleep.

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