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*Knock Knock Knock* Cinderella runs for the door.
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| Go answer the door, you useless girl. | |
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Cinderella opens the door, a young man standing there, he pulls out an invitation from his bag and reads it aloud. Cinderella's ste mother runs to the door and pushes Cinderella away.
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| The Prince wishes to invite you to his mascarade ball. | |
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| Move aside Cinderella. Oh how lovely, an invitation to the ball. My two daughters and I will be there. | |
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Cinderella shuts the door.
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| Could, I go to the ball please? | |
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| No you useless child you may not go to the ball. Now go get your sisters dresses and start ironing them. | |
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