After Her Wild Dawn
My younger sister was crazy about novels and always envied the way ordinary heroines pick up penniless heroes and climb the social ladder.
So, she started picking up men wherever she could.
Until one day, a man with a face covered in sores collapsed at our doorstep.
I instantly recognized the signs of syphilis and warned my sister repeatedly, and only then did she give up the idea.
However, fate had other plans: my sister's best friend "picked him up" instead and married into a wealthy family.
My sister held a grudge. On my birthday, she locked me in my room and set it on fire.
No matter how desperately I begged, she refused to open the door. Outside, she sneered:
"I know you're just
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