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"I've ruined the cage," Donielle corrected. She walked to the window and looked out over the city. Lights were turning on. People were shouting, crying, hugging—feeling the terrifying, beautiful rush of autonomy.

The city of Oakhaven did not deal in currency; it dealt in memory. In Oakhaven, if you wanted a loaf of bread, you paid with the recollection of your first bicycle ride. If you wanted a new coat, you bartered the memory of your mother’s lullaby. It was a peaceful place, a static place, where the past was treasured above the present. donielle dare

We all have those pieces in our closet—the "too much" dress, the "too bright" lipstick, the shoes that feel a little "extra." Today, I’m here to tell you to wear them all at once if you want to. "I've ruined the cage," Donielle corrected