i remove my blanket from my shoulders. the air in this room is cold, but i'm warm. i can feel the chill in my arms and the holes in my socks, but my cheeks are burning up. in the mirror, i'm not smiling. there's a look there - of something like knowing. fake pearls around my neck. my hair blond and falling into my eyes the way i always dreamed it ( Read more... )

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