The knife saws through the onions, and my eyes are watering, tears spilling down my cheeks. I think of the sisters in Beauty and the Beast. The story went, or so I was told, that the stepsisters were happy to see their perfect sister go, and so, when the time came for Beauty’s departure to the Beast’s abode, the sisters sliced onions in the kitchen
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i want the book. it is engaging and innovative.
Whoa.. you have a gift. keep writing :D
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