Yes, you've heard about Cinderella's fairytale. She dusted the fireplace then a fairy suddenly appeared and granted her wish. She found her prince charming then they lived happily ever after. Mind you, my story is nowhere like that. Maybe a few common points but my life is way too better than hers. I usually get what I want, I'm like the happiest person in the world until those words hit me and more came to hit me, one by one. How can I possibly handle it?
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