Dear Holly, I’ve decided I can’t be arsed being royal anymore. I’d much rather live life as a lowly pleb in a tiny house with a rubbish car and a dreadful job, bearing a substantial amount of debt due to payday loans and a marriage under pressure as a result of constant financial worries and a couple of ungrateful brats draining the last of my cash just to stay alive.  But then, the grass is always greener, I suppose. Harry, Windsor

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