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She hands me a wooden spoon.
"You're going to need this."
I put it between my teeth.
Slowly she places the pliers around my big toe. The metal is ice cold.
My breathing quickens. My pulse races.
I catch her eye. I nod.
Do it.
I bite down hard.
She squeezes the handles.
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Sister | A Cinderella Retelling
FantasyShe picks up the pliers. "This is going to hurt." --- A feminist Cinderella retelling
