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Bethany stared at the vacant eyes of her grimy reflection. The windows of her foster home were dark; the shared house key had been taken. While she shivered in her greasy apron and jacket, her classmates were probably piling into their limos. In moments they’d be circling the dance floor, while she was exiled from her own bedroom. CommentsPrince in the Pin by Written by Chris Winkle, narrated by Sarah GouldRelated StoriesLost & FoundRed Riding Hood’s BargainBeyond the Twilight Gate