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He’s gone for several days before I see him again. At least this time, he left me real clothes. The maids wheel in several hanging rods of clothes and boxes and boxes of pretty dresses tucked in colorful tissue paper. Shoes are stacked high in baskets brought in by the servants.
Most exciting of all, a pair of plain white slippers and several pairs of riding jodhpurs in just my size. I change excitedly, almost in disbelief that I’m this happy to see stretchy pants.
I mark the days by playing with Cerberus, whose exuberance for life I find refreshing. Tiring, too, but mostly it’s a breath of fresh air.
Cerberus accompanies me down to the stables. The fact that I’m followed by no less than four bodyguards is disappointing, but not entirely surprising to me. I choose to ignore that.
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