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l the tears pooling in my eyes again, but I wouldn't let them fall. I wouldn't give him satisfaction. The man glowered at me, t

stop, "I won't let them co

now that; you are just like your mom—a whore. There is no place on earth where you'll survive. Now repeat, what are you?" He looked

, "I am a slut, just like mom." He smiled, satisfied, and then abruptly got up and went to the

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e most difficult thing to do. I still remember the day perfectly. My friends, Lila and Nate, were walking me to the door. but I didn't let them in. It was always like that; I never invited th

ever come back." I got out of bed and dragged myself to the shower. Although it's the worst day of the week, Monday, it's like a new start for m

ot Emma Stone or any other Emma, I won't deny that I am beautiful. No girl should ever do that, no matter how many times you are snubbed for being ugly or fat. Beauty always comes from wi

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the final sixth one; here's the card; Lily will lead y

called. Wow! sixth candidate—that must be tough competition. I looked around me; all four others were impeccably beautiful and well gr

came out. I got up and walked in. The room was full of shelves on which neatly stacked folders rested. In the middle of the room sat an old w

ease take your seat," she

the HR department, Finley Brooke, and I would be conducting your interview." S

my age, schooling, and college. I answered them articulately, praying she wouldn't as

ess," but replied with a tight smile, "Family circumstances." She nodded, and she didn't ask m