Uncle Robert invited me to this year's ball.
I know he means well.
Despite my discomfort,
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he is my dad's one of the best friends.
People here think of me as a "freak".
Fortunately Robert's daughter,
Alma, is keeping me company.
The "Princess" of the town
truly deserves high regards she receives from her peers.
She carries herself confidently
but without arrongance
typical of those of those of her stature.
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She is beautiful.
As we dance
I can feel the hostility from other gentleman present in the room.
Jesus, what am I doing?!
I don't belong here.
IF U ALL LIKE IT LEMME KNOW IT.. 😉😉😉
