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45. Not you too
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2020-10-10 02:44:02Standing in front of the mirror, I was amazed at Tina’s never-ending ideas to pick the wrong style for me. I had long leather pants, a long-sleeved top, matching and both snow-white. Some gold-ish zippers were closing tiny pockets over my breasts and under my waist. I felt like a white snake or something. I love white, but without the black, I felt like half of me and like I was a magnet for random stares at school.
I put on tar eyeliner and mascara in a futile attempt to help even the fight between my favorite colors. I kept my hair in a ponytail, happy Tina wasn’t able to push her hairstyle ideas on me today.
It was another cold morning and chills ran through my body, causing my hairs to stand erect. Unhappy with the thin leather clothes I had on, I climbed in my car, turning on the heat and the radio. I was in a mood to find a new favorite band o
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