Essay | My View of Dante's Inferno and Punishments

As a seventeen-year-old girl, I must admit the bubble of Wayne has shielded me from the harsh realities of the "real world." I'm sure when I become a middle-aged woman, I will have met quite a few sinners living in the city: rapists, robbers, and maybe even a murderer. But for now I just want to tell of what would happen to the one sinner I happen to have already met in my seventeen years of life.

Ever since I could remember, I have always craved to wear make-up. I can remember locking myself in my mom's bathroom on numerous occasions, for hours at a time, and I would stare at myself while I tried on my every color of lipstick and eye shadow my mom had. I used to love when June rolled around, because that was when I got to put tons of make up on for my...
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