La hermanastra de Cenicienta
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¿Nunca te has preguntado por qué todos en los cuentos son tan felices? Pues estás equivocado, no todos son felices.
A alguien le tocó hacer de malo en el cuento y salir perdiendo, porque para que haya buenos tiene que haber malos, y ese es el papel que me ha tocado hacer a mí en esta vida.
¿La pregunta es quién coño eres tú? ¿Estás conmigo en esto? Si realmente quieres una historia simple de cuento de hadas no creo que esta te sirva... Mi vida y la de los míos es una mierda, y lo que es todavía peor, parece que la única que intenta arreglarlo soy yo.
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