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maybe someday you’ll ask for me by name

Anna, Heidi, Oren, Eric, Evan, and Missy travel in a pack. Anna is in heels, a mini skirt, low cut top, eyes alight. She hangs on Oren’s arm, laughing too loud as they all strut together. Her power is new, vibrating off her in waves. Here she is, twenty one and in love. Here she is, belonging, to someone, to him, out there is the world and tied to her right back. Here she is, alive, and at last.

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