The reward for conformity is that everyone likes you but yourself.
Rita Mae Brown
In the hall of shifting lights, where laughter pirouettes on marble floors and music coils through the air like a serpent of silk, I enter another guest among the masked, my face hidden behind painted porcelain, My eyes peer…
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