Chapter78

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Intheshower,Ispentnearlyanhourinthemirror,lookingatthewaterdropletsonmybodyandexploringcleanliness.BeforeIswear,IsaidangrilywhenIsawabigdentinmyneckandsucking,Isawmewavingconcealeroverit,orIwaswearingatightdress.Gotoworktomorrow,hopingtobeaskeddead.