Prolouge

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"Trina come look at this dress it's beautiful!" Gushed my mother. Geez mum. I'm 7 years old now, even I don't get excited over dresses. I couldn't help but look at all these boy clothes. I love this nirvana t-shirt. It's sick as frick! "Trina! What are you doing over here?" My mother ripped away my nirvana t-shirt and threw it back on the shelf. "You're a girl. Come look at this skirt." (skrt skrt) "mom! I want some jeans! Maybe that cool shirt too..." "for Luke maybe, but you? You must dress like a proper young lady. Now come over here." I let out a heavy sigh and dragged my feet over to my mother.

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