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Contrabida



I never dreamed of being a princess or Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty. I wanted to be Mallificent, the wicked stepmother who was powerful and wily and beautiful. Who cares if she was foiled in the end. That was just Sleeping Beauty's end, I am sure Mallificent went on plotting and scheming.

Mom used to call me the Contra-Bida all the time. She still does, actually. I don't really think she means it as a compliment. But I secretly take it as one.

Because dont you notice na when there's a Contra-Bida the Bida is mostly the api one. Yech. Not my cup of tea.

I would never want to be the stepped-on harassed yet good hearted martyr. Give me a cigarette, and I'll raise an impeccably plucked eyebrow while cocking my gun. I'll blow the smoke away with a throaty chuckle.

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