I stood in front of my bathroom mirror wearing a coal bra and obsidian pants from New York and Company, which still had fresh pleats from the store. They were a little long, but my heeled boots made it less noticeable. The store was out of petite length in my waist size anyway.
I looked at my ivory skin, which appeared bloodless against my bra and pants.…
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