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The trio of girls approached the newly laid cement curb, where throngs of young girls in pink lip-gloss fanned and preened like peacocks as rich boys circled round, revving the engines of their father's red cars. ” “Well?” Anna remarked calmly. The prostitute’s attack was predictable, typical. " "Entreat a fiddlestick!" retorted Mrs. Yet you catch her eye—you can’t seem to escape from it. She was tempted to touch him in the car as they drove to the empty house, but she refrained for fear of causing a car accident. "Yes," replied Jack. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. If there is, it’s a mere wrapping—there’s better underneath.
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