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prince was hurled up and over… “HUH!” …and landed on his back, sprawled out on the floor. THUD! “OOF!” A figure was standing over him in the blackness. “What do you think you are doing out of your room at this time of night?” the voice demanded. “I thought you were locked in!” “Nanny! You’re surprisingly strong,” said the boy as he lay there, dazed and confused. The old lady proudly shared her fitness regime. “Porridge every morning and a bottle of port each night.” Indeed, the stench of alcohol coming from the old lady was overpowering. Alfred thought he might get drunk on the fumes.
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