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Cinderella's the New Snow White
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I can't believe
she kissed her. Stood right there, bold as day, cameras flashing, and she kissed her.
Like I wasn't stunned, there, and watching.
I'd seen her
spying Amy before, as I've always seen her spy. She had her curiosities, new
things she liked to try. I didn’t mind. I loved her mind and all the things
she loved. But, I guess, I mean, I didn’t realize all the things she loved.
She sees me—finally—to give me her reassuring look. And, then, she turns to give the other
her reassuring kiss. That used to be my kiss.
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