
Prejudice
In fact, she is different than I am. She did not judge me harshly. As she sat at the table next to me, she noticed me, too.
Prejudice
Who do you think you are?
Pretty
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An Ode To My Twenties
No one would
Hello, there
Dear Twenty-Eight