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Cinderella Fortune frowned on you, hapless maid abused, misused by heartless siblings, deserted by your Dad, whose second wife afflicted you with mercies scarcely tender. Like a chimney sweep, you breathe dust of countless fires, alone a luckless patsy, yearning for a fairy god-mother to bail you out of misery, you need a break. You'd better learn there are no breaks for those who wait, your only chance is to break away, seize fortune's forelock, abandon all the fairy tales. Glass slippers won't get a girl much else than ugly bunions. Step out, barefoot if need be, to make it on your own, let all the charming princes wait.
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