Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

The edge is flinging "cast as the villain" right back: the little wretch you fear isn't that anymore. Haven't you been pinned with a label, then decided to live up to it for them?

Borrowing an old play's line, it's a "done pretending sweet" blow-up. Taylor writes piled resentment as smiling thorns. You'll feel justice — the monster in their eyes is often just you refusing to shrink.

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