- Do not kill me, I'm an enchanted prince! He shouted the cockroach. I stayed with the slipper in hand, ready to strike.
- A Prince Charming? I asked.
"Yes, my beloved. Kiss me and go back to being the noble man he was before.
I hesitated a moment, just a moment, long enough to cover my living room with eyes and see my three men: one owned and watching football and scratching his crotch, another drank wine in tetra -brick without bothering to clean the ink jet streaming down his chin, and the third slept on the couch in shorts and socks, while snoring made my home look like a barn. Before I had been kissing frog, lizard and meerkat.
I got the slipper and stepped on the cockroach. From now on, I said, commoner or anything.
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