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Mistress

I should be the shiny one, all my pores oozing the fat of the earth. When I lean to the table my breasts should rest on the cloth plump as hens. If I can’t pick and choose, fire guests who don’t please me after the first course,…

4 tygodnie temu

@clarinda-harriss

The Tragedy of Hats

is that you can never see the one you’re wearing, that no one believes the lies they tell, that they grow to be more famous than you, that you could die in one but you won’t be buried in it.…

4 tygodnie temu

@clarinda-harriss