Disposable Lives-Snow White

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When I was young, my mother would say I had skin white as snow and hair black as ebony--just like Snow White. She loved to read me the fairy tale....

Looking at my reflection, I remembered her tale, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who's the...? Was Bridget the fairest? Or was I still Grant's Snow Queen? Had our love life gone frosty? Our sexual encounters always seemed satisfying. But maybe the fairy tale had faded or Grant was he tired of Snow White and looking for something hot?