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“Sonny Anderson.” I lifted my head despite that not being my name. I couldn’t help myself. “Yes, Miss Davis?” The voice of the petite girl in the front row was light and airy. “How was your summer break?” Even though I was in the back row and couldn’t see her face, I knew a bright all encompassing smile was spread across Sonny’s face. “Oh, it was fantastic! My dad took me and my sister to see a professional ballet.” Snickers chorused throughout the class, but Sonny paid them no mind. She never did. I swear nothing could damp...
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It only makes sense for a mysterious woman to have an equally as mysterious name. Psyche was that type of woman. Before she walked across the casino floor, I had never seen hair that could only be described as hand-spun gold. It flowed down her back this-way-and-that like a rogue waterfall; the type you wouldn't find at a national park , but rather a secret spot in the woods. Her gold-blonde hair stopped at her ass and I would be lying if I said I didn't stare. She was the only woman in the casino wearing a dress and the light pink silk hugg...
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