It’s my home.
Doesn’t matter if soft, muted-pink leather encases my feet as I perform the ballet of my career, or if I’m wearing combat boots, a little twink stripping as I twirl around a brass hued pole. What once brought me joy, a thrill, now tugs me down. But it’s all I can do. And so...I do.
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About the Author
Celia Kyle would like to rule the world and become a ninja. As a fall-back, she’s working on her writing career and giving readers stories that touch their hearts and *ahem* other places. Visit her at celiakyle.com