i don't think i'll forget that day
that day that i met Cindy May
she smiled at me with bright white teeth
and over her shoulder
i can still see the poor girl crying
the girl who had decided to wear pigtails to school that day
but who was now holding one in her hand
because Cindy May cut it off and handed it to her
but did I run to the poor girl's aid
no. that would've been the right thing
instead i ran to her with the scissors Cindy May had handed to me
and then she was crying into both pigtails
she was in the newspaper today
oh and Cindy was just crowned prom queen
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Fiona and the Werewolf & other Short Stories
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