Black outline tattoo of Snow White holding a red apple, with red accents on the apple and her dress, on a limb of the body.

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Snow White holding a red apple

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A line drawing of Snow White in profile, shown leaning toward a red apple held near her face. The linework is bold black and mostly unshaded, with her dress and hair left as open skin tone. Red is used for the apple and for spots on her sleeve and skirt, and the composition is cropped close to the figure on a curved limb.

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The sports hall at Haverley Comprehensive still smells of floor polish and warm squash, and someone has set out a buffet of sausage rolls beside a tower of plastic cups. You find Maggie Dunn at the far trestle, the same ponytail now gone the colour of weak tea, reading name badges as if they might bite. Nobody in the lower sixth ever called her anything but Snowy, and you were the one who started it, over a bet about a Crunchie that you never paid up.

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You have brought an apple. It is a Cox's from the Co-op, polished on your sleeve until it shines like a stop light, and you feel faintly ridiculous holding it out across the table. She looks at it for a long moment, then at you. "Go on, then," she says. "Tell me it isn't poisoned."

"It's from Tesco," you say. "Which is worse."

She laughs, a proper laugh, the kind that made Mr Ashby threaten detention in 1998. She takes the apple, turns it in her fingers, and does not bite it. Instead she sets it on the table between you, next to the badge that says Hello, I'm Maggie, and slides it back across the laminate like a chess piece she is willing to give up. The hall hums around you. Somebody is trying to play Wonderwall on a laptop speaker.

Later, when the lights dim and the DJ gives up, you find the apple in your coat pocket with a single bite out of it, neat as a crescent moon. You do not remember her taking it. You only remember that she was the one who finally said sorry, and that you were the one who had to be told.

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