I am exactly as she was. My perfect part, he said. Yes, it is, it really is. It's the part for the bitter, the twisted, the self involved who'll never be a pretty pretty heroine. I never am the heroine. Damn, I'm hardly even ever the antagonist.
Just slightly heavier of jaw, of figure, of tread than her pretty sister Cordelia, and not even as apt at seduction as Regan. A little less sympathetic, a little more spiteful than the protagonist heroine. But she still feels the same.
Tuesday, 11 March 2008
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