Kath

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Crack! The tiara snaps in half. She grabs her palm where the sharp edge of the plastic bit her. “Ow,” she mumbles. “I warned you.” I take her hand and pull it to my lips. Kiss. As if a little peck will fix everything. I meant it as a sweet gesture but she rips her hand away, her cheeks flushing crimson.
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