Power is one of those things I learned to love-hate because of my early conditioning. It has this enticing energy of a delicious forbidden fruit, since I grew up as a “good girl” following all of the rules according to polite society. I learned to wield power surreptitiously, while at the same time pretending to be in total innocence and ignorance about…
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