I wasn’t Daddy’s little princess and that’s okay. Maybe I was his little prince, a reflection of the king that he was.
Next time a cop tries to throw you off, let them know you cannot and will not be so easily conned.
As if only men are the enemy hovering over us, huddled together in one corner, trying to guard each other’s honour.
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