The queen of the brood, Debbie, wears her tiara in a regal prelude to the grand ball. The headpiece had to come off when she got into the van, however. Despite the fact that our vehicle has a lot of headroom and she's, um, not as tall as I am, the bejewelled covering nevertheless wouldn't fit under the roof.
It's nice being married to such a pretty queen.
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