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Secrets Can Be Deadly
*Emily* I treat my makeup like facial jewelry. Playing with shapes, colors, and structures changes me from the inside out. Considering that I am naturally attractive, I don't need much of it, but today is going to be the best day of my life. I have taken out my black silk gown, with a lace hemming. The neckline is quite low, and the bodice so tight that it will push my breasts high and make for the most alluring cleavage. I should ask Tara to have it steam-pressed so it’s ready for the ‘sad’ theme that’s going to unfold soon enough. I just like playing with makeup and clothes–so I really don’t feel like there are rules to sadness or mourning, and if there are rules, then I think it’s up to me to break them. For a little practice before the Breeder is officially pronounced dead, I rehea
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