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Prima Donna


alone strictly practiced discipline on cold tile unforgiving begin swelling rushing water a raging orchestra filling the tub distract curtsey body halving sing from the diaphragm pink aria splatter bile tinged symphony heaving contortions peak tear-stained passion perfect shaking flushing applause curtain call laced in sweat prima donna dying
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