I loved my face. My skin was crystal clear, and it shined like the sun. Guys loved my face too, but their girlfriends didn’t. I miss my face. I miss being able to feel the delicate touch of my fingers on my fair skin. I want it back. I want to be freed.
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Introducing: Laurel’s Corner
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