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Effulgence

It was a day of self-indulgence: she bought everything she didn’t need, rarely glancing at the price-tags and ┬ánever dissuaded by them. Her garishly painted nails tapped the glass-counter a tad impatiently as the clerk did the billing. “Shall I … Continue reading

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