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Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. There's a rustle as she moves. It's the papers on the floor. We laid them to mop up the mess.
And we're going to make a mess.
She looks down at me. Her brown eyes are wide. The implement trembles between her fingers.
"You sure this will work?"
"It'll work."
She nods.
"OK."
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Sister | A Cinderella Retelling
FantasyShe picks up the pliers. "This is going to hurt." --- A feminist Cinderella retelling