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15- Vanilla

When I'm done with showering, I wear my bra with my crucifix resting in between my breasts and panties with my knee length socks, staring at my reflection through the closet mirror.

The scars are still on my body, hidden in places that were the least obvious because my Ma was very skillful in that sort of things.

Knowing how to hide things.

I had never had much body fat, which was surprising cause I ate a ton but she always used to say all my food just went to my head and came out when I began to say shit that didn't correlate with anything.

Honestly, if all the food I eat could just kindly move to my butt, I'd be really grateful.

Wait, that just means a lot of shit coming out of my ass. Okay. Gross. Skip.

I hear my door open as Caramel walks in "Morning, Vanilla, I—" Then as usual, the customary closing of his eyes happens as he shrieks those very popular four words of his. "I didn't see anything!"

I smile now, knowing that he did see something, before I turn around to face him. "Go
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