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It’s a lot of take a try at it.
I looked at the colored glass. My mind drifted.
The first day I was in my mistress’ chamber. Her glass panes were colored, but a different pattern. I remember it well.
She lined us all up. When he walked in.
My stomach twisted.
He slowly walked in front of us. He turned to me and smiled.
I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.
He took me by the wrist, nodded at my mistress, and pulled me from her chamber.
“May I?” He sat down in front of me, a question in his eyes.
“I’m remembering our first night together.”
Word count: 100