here I am, in my little room in Palm Desert. This used to be my sanctuary. I came here to play, and pout, and dream, and long to be a woman. I put up pictures of what I thought life should look like: pictures of boys, places, sunsets. On my bulletin board there were the ticket stubs of dozens of movies, sentimental scraps from countless memories.
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