21. I felt like I was wearing a costume. Work clothes were words that described what I wore to clean the house, not this. Black on black on black, and even the pink headband in my hair couldn't make it better. Couldn't make it me. 'Welcome to the real world.' My mother said to me. Somewhere inside of me, I think she wants me to fail. But you know me- I hit the ground running. Things just work out.
Ready, set, go.
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