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January 25, 2016

Word Fifty-Seven: Sacrifice

When her station cleaned and her kit packed away, Isabelle looked around the salon. Her station lamp was the last on lit, along with the bright neon lights in the window to inform walk-in clients they were open. She sat for a moment and pondered.

How could she have been so foolish?

Why didn’t she see through his lies and his manipulations? How could she not see how this would turn out?

But really, who could blame her? But at 16, when you are the only one capable of working, you’ll do anything to make sure your family is provided for…

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