THALIA
When a woman dressed in a black suit approached me on a train track, whilst I was holding a bottle of blue spray paint in my left hand and a face covered with paint, I didn't hesitate to say no to her proposition:
BE HER BRIDESMAID AT HER WE...
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Thalias walk in wardrobe: ^
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Her bathroom: ^
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Her bedroom ^
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• THALIA •
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A soft knock on my new bedroom door breaks me out of my jail of thoughts.
This is awkward-
I think I need to say come in, but then I seem pretentious. So I stand up off of my bed and trek towards the door. Opening it, a roughly 30 year old woman stands there, in some sort of workers uniform.
