Some Rise by Sin and Some by Virtue Fall
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Last published Wed, Aug 26, 2020
I sighed as I looked at my reflection. My green silk dress flowed around my ankles as I twisted to the sides, observing every angle of myself. The silk fitted elegantly against my figure and I was shocked to see that I looked like a woman compared to the young girl I used to be.
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