Mirror ball. . . .
From a young age, I knew something was different in me. The other girls—they glittered like sunlight on water, magnetic, effortless,...
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Wake up and open the door. . .
2:50 a.m. The window is open. The night exhales into me, a cool hush across my skin. It feels cleansing—as if the world beyond the glass...
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