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Rolled up the last pair of stockings and ballet shoes tucked snugly, hair bunned up, as mother stands by the door. She hugs and whispers best of luck — now, trekking down the… Continue reading
Rolled up the last pair of stockings and ballet shoes tucked snugly, hair bunned up, as mother stands by the door. She hugs and whispers best of luck — now, trekking down the… Continue reading
She had her brown hair tied up tight in a bun, as she sat, legs crossed, in front of her armoire, puffing a cigarette and putting on her concealer. She had picked up… Continue reading
Seventeen and barely legal when I first unhooked the brooch on my satin robes, revealing a pair of freckled brown shoulders. He hovered his hands above them and I felt a slight static… Continue reading