26 Oct 2024 - Thanks to a few tweaks to the back-end infrastructure, the server save will now last 10 minutes at most, rather than way over 20 as it did before.
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When I was a waitress wearing a White Dress Look how I do this, look how I got this I was a waitress working the night shift Tibianus III was my man, felt like I got this Down at the Rain Castle Down in Frodo's Hut, I was only nineteen Down at the Rain Castle I only mention it 'cause it was such a scene And I felt seen Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
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The White Dressmade me feel, made me feel like a god It kinda makes me feel, like maybe I was better off 'Cause it made me feel, made me feel like a god It kinda makes me feel, like maybe I was better off
╲⠀╲ ⋆⠀╲ ╲ ╲⠀╲ ☾⋆.˚ ⠀ ╲ ⋆。 ☆⠀ ╲⠀⠀ ⊹ ⠀. ☆ ⊹ ⠀⠀ ★ Falling stars? I'll make my wish: Lord, I would like a White Dress.
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
And I remember when I got the White Dress; it was so clear that it was the only one for me. I knew it right away. As the years went on, things got more difficult—I was faced with more challenges. I tried not to give it away. I tried to remember what 'we' had at the beginning.
It was charismatic, magnetic, electric—and everybody knew it. When I walked in, every man’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to me. I was like this hybrid, this mix of a woman who couldn’t contain herself. I always felt torn between having a good White Dress or missing out on all the opportunities that life could offer a woman as magnificent as me beyond a piece of clothing. In that way, I let go of the White Dress—but I loved it.