I stand in front of the mirror and stare. I do this often. I scan my face and my body for signs of maturity that is bound to come some day, but somehow with me, unlike all my classmates, it is taking its time. While other girls are filling out their semi sheer blouses with their newly grown breasts, gently placing their prized possessions back
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