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Saoirse

I feel like an intruder. A dirty little nobody who’s been dropped into the lap of luxury.

I can feel the walls staring at me, judging me, accusing me.

You don’t belong here.

We can smell it on you, wafting out of your pores.

Sweat. Poverty. Pain.

The stink of the working class.

I did ...