Jasmine trembled in her tall black boots. Since back when she was a he, she had enjoyed cosplay very much. Jackson had gone as Natsu Dragneel, The Flash, and many other heroic figures. However, after her transformation, she couldn’t work up the courage to try it out again….
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You never decided on what you wanted, did you?
Well, unlike you, I did. In fact I had to decide what I wanted. After
all, I could not live a life that was a shadow of what it could be.
Correction… I could not live a life that was a shadow of of what it
should be.
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The three spymasters sat innocuously at their dining table in the restaurant. The place was quiet,
but with a lively emugh crowd to distract anyone from snatching any details from their conversa-
tion. Ms. Fenstone was in the centre, an ageing black face and overlong fingernails, and just about
the most well connected power broker in these United States. She was eating steak, rare. She liked
the slight tinge of blood in her mouth after each bite, it felt like the only natural thing in her diet,
which otherwise composed of nutrient shakes and constant pain pills.
