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  • Othertimes were spent in the disguises of common fantasy. The things I was expected to fancy. Girl things. I got it, they got it.

    Or so I thought. I couldn't believe it when people asked me if I was dressing up as Marge Simpson. Hadn't they ever seen a fairy godmother before?

    I wasn't allowed to watch the Simpsons. How should I have known to desire being them?
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