Do you remember how, in Disney's Cinderella, she makes a dress from what she has (with the help of little woodland creatures) and then her wicked step-sisters tear it apart? Well, that was my day. Except woodland creatures didn't help me make the dress and I wasn't the one wearing it.
Still, it did get torn apart. With razor blades and shears. I wouldn't have wanted to have been Gayathri when the dress was being cut apart.
I would leave. I should leave. But I keep hoping for something.
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