The mirror she stared into showed her a painted up doll. The doll she had sworn in highschool she wouldn't become. But vegas had changed her and so here she was a dancing girl, dancing on stage to make ends meet for her little boy. The one she had given birth to after she graduated from highschool. The father had moved them to Vegas,claiming there were jobs. But there wasn't work and he left. Now three years after, she was still here trying to make a life, and the only reason she hadn't given up was her son Jack.
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