I shed my layers like an old skin – my shawl, the netted muslin at my throat, my underskirt – until all that remains is the shell of my dress, as sea green as the gown of Loro Kidu.
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Wings of Fire
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There she paused. The sharp wind cut her face. Loneliness cloaked her. She was nobody. Nobody loved her. Everyone took, and no one gave.
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The thick skin I developed from my profession helped me to overcome the disappointment of numerous rejections.
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Isabel sautéed the onions, garlic, and ginger she’d chopped before adding the curry spices to the pan. When the aroma was right, she stirred in coconut milk and added the chicken. It would be highly seasoned, the way Alex liked it. How much peanut butter would it take, she wondered, to ensure that he’d suffer a fatal allergic reaction? Not just swelling and discomfort, but cardiac arrest.