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the California sun feels alien against my skin, and the only thing I crave is peace. Not salvation, not forgi
and take a job in the opulent heart of Los Angeles. On my first shift, amidst the clinking glasses and hushed power plays, I hear a
ith affection, now gleam with cold fury and malicious triumph. They relish in my humiliation, forcing m
herished to break me, piece by agonizing piece? Because I'm dying,
to parade my shame at every elite gathering. The pay? Substantial. A devil's bargain, perhaps, but it's
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