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Cinderellas really a clean freak?


Once upon a time,

a blonde hair girl in a brown dress

spent her days scrubbing the steps

and the floors

the walls, and the celings too.

She complained and whined claming her evil stepmother Lady Tremaine

 had put her to work

and almost stopped her from going to the ball.

but really, that wasn't the truth at all.

Cinderella was her name, a germaphobe at heart, she lived in the cellar 

while also looking for a fellar, yet how could she ever stop cleaning?

She went to the ball with the prince of the town, and they danced all night long. 

Little did he know the secret she hid, for she feared of what he might say. 

All night she cringed as she looked down, as she saw all the dirt under his nails. 

Although she wanted to clean, she fell in love with the prince from France. 

They married at once, both overjoyed.

They lived happily ever after, and Cinderella

the clean freak kept her cleaning a secret, and left that for the next chapter.

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