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Fairytales #7

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“Come, come now eat it while it’s warm” Catherine urged.

The hot crisp fried exterior of the pie lifted its cinnamon smell around the table. She stroked Snezana’s hair as she said.
“Come on now my pretty.”
And because it was weird, and to stop her touching Snezana took a bite.

Oh how her face melted in shock. Twisted in horror as the filling scalded and burnt her tongue. Took a layer at least from around her mouth.

And her Stepmum pretended to read her paper, but watched her like a hawk, a smile at last returned to Catherine's face.

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