"First story I am going to tell you is of his young woman just like me, self conscious, uncertain to the level of self sabotage and desperate for things considered beyond achievable. As it goes, be it believable or not, things turn out the way they must. How? Here goes;" Martha starts the presumed tale with a long deep sigh.
"This is her story, this is the story of a woman named Penny, haman, not so much.
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What am I doing with my life? I don't have a life goal, I don't have a family, I don't even have a boyfriend.
I laugh at my ridiculous younger self when I use to wait for a cold, handsome vampire with pale skin and dark eyes with messy hair and veins popping out sitting by the window of my childhood bedroom while my foster siblings slept on their little beds right beside mine.
