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Mirror Mirror You Better Buck Up

Take her into the woods and kill her you stupid man of Mim. Cannot get good help these days apparently, so I killed him. She has escaped me, and I am irritated beyond belief. Magic Mirror, you had better buck up or you will have some grief. Mirror Mirror on the Wall, you’d better have something good for me. Who is the fairest one of all? You had damned better answer wisely. Good gravy! Who can get this right? Do I have to do everything myself? Get me the cook. I need a basket, and the prettiest apple from the shelf. I am so damned mad to have to go into the wet forest in this disguise. Happily, at least Snow White will be dead before the next sunrise. Knock. Knock. I adjust and smile my sweetest old lady grin. Come on, Snow White, sweet girl. Let your step mother in!

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