It is cold here. But I was shocked to see Snow. Snow White that is.
On my way out Saturday night, I stopped to get a latte. Snow, an apple in her lap, was perched in Starbucks and earnestly texting Doc or Sneezy or– Prince Charming.
I whispered, “Snow White!” to the ladies behind the counter. They buzzed back, “We know!” and explained that they’d already taken a picture with her and could hardly wait for the rest of her Lilliputian entourage to arrive.
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