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“[W]hen my little girl was born, I put my finger in her tiny hand, and she opened her eyes and squeezed it so tightly. And I looked at her, and I realized that she was more powerful than any delicate princess I'd read about. I'd just given birth to a queen. A girl who would grow up to be strong and brave. So I called her Queenie.”

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