Sarafina: His 9th Wife
I snapped in between my cries, refusing to lift my face from in between my knees because I knew the sight wouldn't be pretty.
I'm an ugly cry baby to make matters worse. I wish I was like those girls who cry and just have tears cascade down their face and they still look like they can take a model portrait and be put on the front page of Vogue magazine. Instead, I'm the kind whose lips swell up, my tears pour down my face, my eyes get swollen, snot comes out of my nose and I start choking for no reason.
"What's wrong, Sarafina?" He asked me with his deep husky voice as I grit my teeth, irritated at the feeling of chills down my spine so I tried to shove him off me.
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