The Miserable side of Fairytales.
Cinderella had her slipper, which was made of glass. Something so small, yet
so delicate. And I, much like cinderella, have something made of galss. Something
so samll, yet, oh, so delicate. It's my heart. And I think the clock just struck midnight.
But only one of us can get our happy - ever- after. And here's a spoiler: It's the
broad with the wacky footwear.
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