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He came to the girl's house last, naturally. Everyone knew the story by then: that tiny shoe would fit the woman he would marry. The eldest sister wanted to do all she could* to fit, so she retreated to the kitchen, took up a knife, and carefully carved off the cushion of her heel, calculating the angle so the bone remained intact. She staggered back to the prince, grabbed the slipper, and tried to force it over the moist bone before she fainted. It did not fit.

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