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I have had a crush on the Prince of Spain since I was a little girl and lived there for six months at the age of seven.  I mean… who wouldn’t want to marry a prince?  The old ladies, my aunts and their friends, used to say to me, “The prince is just a few years older than you.  Maybe when you grow up you’ll marry him.”  They didn’t explain that whole “commoner” barrier, god love them.

Today I found out he’s finally going to be king when his father abdicates after forty years on the throne.  (I could finally be the queen I’ve always known I was meant to be).  Then I found out Prince Felipe is now 46 years old.  What?!?  How old am I then?

Oh, right, never mind.

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