prize
Kathryn Kane
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You’re not sure what prize you’ve won. You just know that the sorority girl who sold you the $100 raffle ticket was too pretty for you to ignore. Now you’re back having received a cryptic text saying that you had won the raffle grand prize. When you arrive, she is waiting, dressed in a gown of midnight black with a braid that cascades down her back like a waterfall of ebony. She exudes an air of serenity and grace. She takes your ticket smiling playfully.
