BiancaBy the time I stepped out of the stall, my face was smooth, my expression perfected. I toweled my hair with slow, deliberate motions, like I had all the time in the world. The mirror showed me calm, composed, beautiful—as always. No one would see the claw marks on the tile or the tremor I’d h
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