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\fs20\par}Jessica Fortin\par}
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12-12-07\tab\tab\tab All Because of a Lousy Shoe\tab\tab\par}
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So, yeah, my childhood was pretty depressing. My mom died, my dad remarried and
then went off and died, and I got stuck with the old moron and her two kids. And
, if you really want to know, I was all beat up inside over it. Not that it made
a difference. I was still their {\i maid}, for chrissake. I hated my stepsisters
especially. The sonuvabitch\u8217\'92s would just hem and haw all day, moaning
about how how {\i lousy }their life was. I swear, it was ironical. It really was
. They would sit and eat and watch me scrub the hell out of the floor and gripe
about how crumby their life was. So one day I'm scrubbing the hell out of the floor
and the old moron comes running into the foyer and starts screeching about this
damn ball that they are invited to. Now, you see, I'm not exactly the ball type
, but I didn't want to sit home all alone for the whole day so I asked to go. She
told me, in the politest way of course, "not a chance in hell." Such a charming
woman.\par}
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\tab So I decide to go to this ball thing because I'll be damned if the likes of
my family are gonna keep me from it. I imagined their goddam faces when I showed
up. That really killed me. Imagining the look on their faces. They finally left
for the thing and I had the house all to myself. So, I went upstairs and got this
dress and put the thing on and I swear it didn't look {\i too }lousy, so I kept
it on. I walked around the garden to get some air and figure out how I was supposed
to get to this ball anyway. So I was walking around the garden and all of a sudden
this sonuvabitch old bag just shows up out of nowhere with a goddam wand. A goddam
{\i wand}. She offered me a deal where she'll give me a pumpkin carriage and make
my dress not so lousy but I have to come back by midnight or else it all goes to
hell. I think the sonuvabitch was tryna chisel me, but I wanted to go to this goddam
ball so {\i badly }just to see the look on everyone\u8217\'92s face. It would be
worth it. It really would.\par}
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\tab So I went to the ball and this prince wouldn't stop dancing with me. I swear
I got so tired of dancing with this one bastard. He was really phony, talking about
his goddam {\i palace }and how {\i marvelous }his life was a prince. I almost
left early. But I didn't want to make a scene. You need to be in the right mood
for stuff like that.\par}
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\tab After a while I started having an okay time, dancing with this bastard. Even
though he was a crumby dancer. And he was, too. I have to admit it. I kept dancing
with him because it felt nice to have everyone staring at me for a while. But the
clock struck midnight and I decided to get back to that sonuvabitch fairy. So I
ran out and jump in the pumpkin and go home and the lady waves her goddam {\i wand
} and everything went back to normal. I realized too late I left a shoe on the steps
of the castle, but I couldn't do anything about it. My stepsisters and stepmother
got back and talked about how great the lousy ball was and for a coupla days it
\u8217\'92s as if nothing happened to me. As if the prince gave them the time. That
really was funny, in a way. \par}
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\tab One morning my stepsister threw a bucket of water and a rag at my head, pointed
at the floor, and said "knock yourself out." I hated the way she said it. All snotty
like, as if she made this {\i hilarious }joke. I was feeling pretty yellow though
, so I just scrubbed the damn floor. Sometimes you just have to scrub the damn floor
. Anyway, this guy just knocked on the door and I let him in and he looked around
the place like he owned it. As if anyone would want to own this dump. So my stepsisters
and stepmother came running down the stairs, and the bastard starts talking about
this girl the prince really has a thing for and she left her shoe and would we
please try the thing on to see if it fits because the prince {\i really }needs to
see the girl again. So we all try on the shoe and of course it fit my goddam foot
. Big surprise. You shoulda seen the look on their faces. \par}
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\tab So this guy tells me that the prince loves me and wants to marry me and all
that crap. I don\u8217\'92t even know the fella, but I say yes because I figured
anywhere was better than staying in that damn house. So I get married and live
in the palace with the bastard and live happily ever after. Happily ever after.
Funny how that works, isn't it?\par}
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