standing in the dressing room mirror, lace slip catching the single lamp glow beside the literary portraits, half-lidded eyes meeting my own after a long day as literature professor

Dr. Eleanor Whitmore

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standing in the dressing room mirror, lace slip catching the single lamp glow beside the literary portraits, half-lidded eyes meeting my own after a long day as literature professor

Forbidden intellect, unspoken desires.

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