Everyday, I have a secret romance. I leave my house, tearing myself away from the one man who delights my soul, strap myself into my own private capsule and wander away to a world where I am no longer a plain girl in a plain world. I am, rather, something extraordinary.
Yesterday, I was a predator. I wandered the streets, beautiful and dangerous.
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