He touched the mirror, trembling. The reflection was no longer him but her, a delicate creature wrapped in silk. This was the art of femme, the birth
Kim B BAUER
He touched the mirror, trembling. The reflection was no longer him but her, a delicate creature wrapped in silk. This was the art of femme, the birth of a new skin
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