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⚠️⚠️TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This story will include the following: self-harm, depression, ED, and Trauma.
Please DO NOT read if easily triggered!
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Summery:
Living with the Av...
The remainder of the day had flown by, I had spent time in the garden, bathed, and visited the stables. Before I knew it, it was time to get ready. Mary had three gowns chosen for me, arranged so I could choose.
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All were positively breathtaking, and yet I was only drawn to the deep satin navy blue halter gown. It was one of those gowns that you read about in books when you were an agent undercover at an event or a woman warrior, being celebrated for her victories for once. Though the gown was stunning, the pigment did not feel correct. Waving my hand the once navy blue satin gown had become a lovely regal purple.
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