She sank deeper in the bath and dreamed of Norway.
There was foam piled up around her shoulders, weaving across her skin in the feather-light brushes of couture dresses. She vaguely thought about filling a glass with champagne- tall, skinny, bubbling in the dim artificial lights- but decided…
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This was so good. Ahhh I wish I could write like that.
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