RiahB
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<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_06/Beautiful_girl_wallpaper.jpg.74061017f22431590e535624c554ece9.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="55943" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_06/Beautiful_girl_wallpaper.jpg.74061017f22431590e535624c554ece9.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> SLIMM
Slimm wrinkled her brow, shocked. They choose their names? Oddly enough, it was like a second birth. It was also appropriate and severely desirable. To be someone other than Slimm would be so freeing, refreshing. For the first time since she arrived, Slimm broke into a beautiful smile, small and slightly hopeful. She made her way to the lobby, energy pulsing through her body. She found herself shaking with nerves as she took each step toward her new identity.
What would her name be? Did it matter? Would it last? Would she like it? She took the hem of her shirt in her hand and began tugging on it nervously, the only sign that she was nervous. When she walked into the lobby, people were still filing in and the heat of the other bodies was making Slimm very uncomfortable. Her smile was long gone and instead her face was empty, except for the tightness of her lovely jaw.