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Post by Merav Malahi de Valentin on May 9, 2007 17:05:57 GMT -5
I stood in front of my bed, staring at it. It was like everything I wasn't, everything I hated and loved, had come to smack me in the face.
The gold dress. Beautiful. Perfect. So unlike me.
Mother had had it made for me and sent as a gift. It had been over four months since I left home. But I didn't have the guts to wear it! "Elua and Adonai!" I yelled. "Fine, I'll try it!"
Stripping down, I stepped into the dress. With some difficulty, I did the laces myself. And once it was on, I didn't think I would ever take it off. It was beautiful, perfect. It made me feel beautiful, perfect. Almost.
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