When I was a pre-teen I asked for a poster of J.T.T. My mom came back with two posters: one I wanted and one I looked at and said, "Who's that?" It was a young Prince William and it hung in my room for a few years. And I hated it. Everytime a friend would come over, they'd ask me who the H it was and I'd mumble, "British royalty." Then one year I realized I didn't have to keep ol' Toothful Willy on my wall, and he was taken down (one of my few revolts) . That's my story about Prince William and how I never really liked him.
I'm sure tomorrow my mom's secret dream of becoming a princess will be crushed.
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