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・C H A P T E R 26・
Who the bloody hell did he think he was?!
Asya stormed downstairs, fuming internally as she made her way to her floor. He couldn't control her. He couldn't just snap his fingers, click his tongue and she'd come. Who in the bloody hell did he think he was?!
No, she'd spent the better part of her life trying to please people, trying to win their approval by doing what they thought was best for her and being controlled by those very people. But she'd grown up and grown sick of it. Control over her own life, her own decisions, that was essential. She knew better than anyone else what she needed.
And yes, being around the Oper House during the busiest time of the year would probably be a little painful, but she...She could handle it. And she didn'
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Hi! Thank you so much for deciding to give Creature a read! Before we get into the story, I have a few disclaimers about the content of the story, and a ballet cheat sheet for you (just in case you're interested or don't know much about ballet already). . ｡༶・° D I S C L A I M E R °・༶ ｡.Creature is rated mature and the plot is not intended for a young audience. It contains mature themes, swearing, sexual content and drug abuse. Furthermore, I implore you, if you struggle with any body dysmorphic or eating disorder and feel literature could be triggering or damaging, please read with caution. Secondly, Creature is a work of fiction. Names, characters, place
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