Gertrude’s Diary #53 – Fairy Story
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Once upon a time there was a funny-looking kid who behaved like a miniature grown-up. He looked askance at the other children’s earthy jokes and was the first to dob in the kids playing desk soccer. He never chewed up bits of paper and spat them through his pen. His face was permanently locked into an expression of smug rectitude, even as he told the lies that incriminated his classmates in imagined deeds of desperate mischief.
Scorned by all who knew him, except his pale and vaguely disappointed parents, his teenage years were a lonely time, filled with a bitterness he fed with envy and hatred of everything different.









