He kisses me, and the cheap rose lipstick slides off my pale lips. I watch as my already purple and waxy body is prepped, my hair freshly tousled for our final session. None of this fazed my mother. Maybe he really loved me, so he forced himself on me so we could spend the rest of our lives together? This is no ordinary facility. I trusted the original reports out of the Egyptian media , and we lost a poor, imaginary soul too soon.
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