Chapter 29 Sending Men to Be Institutionalised

Isadora

I’m not sure how many rinses or hours I’ve been here for, but my feet feel buttery, my toes are a gorgeous shade of deep, dark red, and my nails match. Ms Monique has rubbed, tugged, scrubbed, painted, washed, rinsed, toned, and pampered every last knot from my body, and Jenny has told m...

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