Victoria Waters
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Tale of the Sultan
He was a myriad of men. Many have I loathed and many would make front page news. I ran my fingers through my hair as if it would give me answers. He liked me quiet. He liked the unspoken and I became that. I would look into store front mirrors wishing I was something I wasn't. For the time being, I was his.