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I'm not sure why I walked into the place. I hate funerals, death, flowers. It was just all so much ceremony. Uncle Tom was gone, why did he need a party for his corpse? My gaze lifted to scan a sea of long forgotten or never known faces. Some dabbing at tears, others laughing merrily as if this was indeed a celebration. Sighing softly and moving through the crowd, the voice of my mother ringing in my ears. "You should go, pay our respects....and besides you were his favorite.."

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My name is Victoria, and I am proud to obey my man. He knows better than I the things I will enjoy- and the things that I need and want. He came into my life at the point where I most needed him, and for this he will always have my unending love and servitude. I certainly did not always have an interest in venturing within this area of the sexual arena...

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