The 1-2-3 Kid
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I look into the mirror and all I can see is the grotesque face of a monster, the creature that she turned me into. I’m the beast… but this is no fairytale. It’s hard to think that beasts like us can have a happily ever after. It’s even harder to think that I have to win the love of the witch that cursed me in order to even dream of some form of normality. But hey – stranger things have happened.
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