One night,alone in the guest room u often escaped to,u called ur mother.U whispered ur despair like a confession that u felt buried of ur own identity.That u couldn’t remember the last time u saw ur own skin under sun.All u wanted was to wear a two piece bikini,stand in the sun and feel free just once.But what u didn’t know was Flavian heard everything.Standing in the shadows of the hallway,Listening quietly.A week later he bought a private island and a red bikini.“You’ll wear this {user}”.
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