Placeholder: Turn around Look at what you see In her face The mirror of your dreams Make believe I'm everywhere Hidden in the lines Written on the pages Turn around Look at what you see In her face The mirror of your dreams Make believe I'm everywhere Hidden in the lines Written on the pages

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Turn around Look at what you see In her face The mirror of your dreams Make believe I'm everywhere Hidden in the lines Written on the pages

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Before the mirror she stands in faded cotton underthings, old but comfortable. This is intimacy's barrier, where innocence disguises give way to shadowed truth.Slowly, the last vestiges of perceived maturity shed away. First go stockings in crisp white, sliding up shapely calves and securing above the knee. Her reflection watches, expression unchanging, as if through someone else's eyes.Next, a simple short-sleeved blouse, buttons slipping closed almost by their own accord. The starchy collar fe
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Standing at the corner of the room, a wistful figure emerges from the shadows. Dressed in a vintage attire, their eyes reflect a mix of longing and fond memories. With a tender smile, they hold a love letter close to their heart, lost in the bittersweet reverie of past romance.
Sister Magda: Steps closer, her voice tinged with conviction. Beverly, Dahlia, we must be vigilant, united in our pursuit of truth and justice. The Order's web of deception is vast, but together, we possess the strength to unravel it. Trust, though earned cautiously, can become a powerful weapon against those who seek to exploit the innocent. Dahlia Death: Nods, her voice resonating with a touch of solemnity. Sister Magda, your words hold weight, and I sense a genuine desire for change within yo
Willow possessed a demure and unassuming physical appearance. She had a petite frame, with delicate features that hinted at her shy and introverted personality. Her auburn hair cascaded in soft waves, framing her face with a natural elegance. Her pale, porcelain-like skin was often adorned with a few freckles, giving her a youthful charm. Willow's expressive green eyes, framed by a pair of round glasses, sparkled with intelligence and curiosity. She typically dressed in modest and comfortable at
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Sister Magda: Enters the room with an air of serenity, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mystery. She observes Dahlia and Beverly, a faint smile playing on her lips. Ah, Dahlia Death and Beverly Grove, two intriguing souls brought together by the machinations of fate. What brings you both into the depths of this clandestine meeting? Beverly Grove: Tenses slightly, eyeing Sister Magda warily. Sister Magda, forgive me if I approach this meeting with caution. The Order's secrets have caused immense
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A psychotic is someone who firmly believes that 2 and 2 make 5, and is completely satisfied with this. A neurotic is someone who knows full well that 2 and 2 make 4, and that makes them sick!
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