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Just Like the Tales Mama Told Me | Fiction

Just Like the Tales Mama Told Me | Fiction

Mama would be proud of me. My skin soft from Olay, my head all full of confidence and water. Near enough to being a god like one of them mythic creatures she read me when I was too young to fill out a dress the way I do now. Legs thick. Butt looking good. Got the men...
Tiffany & Love | Poetry

Tiffany & Love | Poetry

The silver bean planted in the valley of her collar bones means new beginnings. Everything grows where she cannot see. She has just met the lady behind the counter, who tells her if she wears this necklace layered she should get it in a smaller size. But she wants it...