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...a tiny spinning movement caught her attention, as a stray sycamore seed - a relic of the previous autumn - twirled gently on the Queen's head, where it remained, a homely decoration, perched just so on her grey bun. And that did it. Midge started to laugh. Her snorts and splutters rang through the sunlit clearing, startling the pigeons in the trees, as the strange assembly stared up at her, outraged.
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