Cinderella runs out to the garden, sobbing.
CINDERELLA: It’s just no use, there’s nothing left to believe in.
Sparkly dust gathers in front of Cinderella. Gordon materializes from the dust.
GORDON: Best believe you look like you just crawled out of a sewer’s arsehole.
Cinderella cries even harder.
CINDERELLA: Oh, my. I know I do. I look awful. I can’t go to the ball looking like this.
GORDON: You shouldn’t be anywhere looking like that.
CINDERELLA: Can’t you grant wishes or perform miracles or do something to help me?
GORDON: Trust me, it’s gonna take a fucking miracle to get you ready to go anywhere. …
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