Sissy Danielle drifts back into her fantasy about that perfect neighbor, envy and longing mixing until quiet tears slip down her cheeks. She watches herself in the mirror, fragile and pretty like this, and decides to try a little harder. Carefully, she paints her toenails to match, then dresses up sweet and neat, just like a good girl should. Still not perfect but soft, trying, and lost in the feeling.
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