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Hoping to steel her nerves, Belle took a steaming gulp of coffee from her Styrofoam cup.  It did not help.  The bitter liquid scalded her mouth and made her throat drier.  An odd assortment of women filled in the circle of folding chairs behind her.  Although it was easier to think of the other group members as virtual strangers, Belle had to admit she had much in common with them.  Over the archway beside her hung a crisp banner proudly proclaiming "Disney Damsels". "Oh, Belle, dear," crooned Cinderella, "are you almost ready? You are the star of our show this evening " Belle turned around, startled at the sound of her name, and focused on

And I asked her, "Do you remember why I counted tiles- sat in silence for hours, wishing on the black holes in my pockets?" Stuttering against quiet delusions, She bit a vintage tongue. "Because, I tried to bury myself alive that night, just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters between the cracks of my glass skin." Licking dry lips, She asked to taste them.