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Once upon a time there was a princess named Cinderella. Actually her name was something else but no one remembers what. She wasn't supposed to go to the ball, but she didn't care about that, so she worked efficiently and completed her work on time, and then sewed her own gown. Since she was fit she ran to the ball and the prince fell for her directly, of course. When the clock struck twelve she remained in the prince's arms, because she owned the dress herself and didn't have to rely on some phony magic. Cinderella and the prince lived happily.