Perhaps the Dream Killers were right. A woman should simply get married and let her man think of things like food supplies, housing and bills. Had I done that, I wouldn't have to dream about having nice things. But it seemed so real though. I guess it's only natural that I'd think it was. After all, that used to be my life. I had fancy dinners, vacations to places only restricted to those without money, shopped wherever I wanted. Some of it I did with Ebony, when she was a true star; but it wasn't all through her. I am not like those Dream Killer women at all. I had made it on my own without Ebony. Yes, it did take a while for me to get my feet on solid ground. I still made it though.
Besides, most of them have something I never might. What Dream Killer man would choose me if he saw what lay buried beneath my camouflage? Ebony always said that no man wanted to tear his fingers up on trashy skin. I drag myself off the bed and stand before the mirror. I'm not half bad. I've got a neat figure and a beautiful face, once it smoothens out. All I need now is for that doctor's promise to finally kick in. Then Mary Pethiel will definitely blossom into a star too. And come bet if that happens I'll never fall from grace.
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NINE TIME MACHINES: Do you want to undo your entire life on planet earth?
FantasyThere is a war coming! In it, Lilith and the impostor God must battle for all human minds on earth. But one girl can stand in the gap for all humanity. However, to prove worthy for this feat, Mary must begin shadow work to take the mark upon herself...
