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How perfectly charming. 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. He told her something about music, the great world outside. “Don’t!” she begged. The dizziness made the trees sickening, the smell of Michelle’s perfume soapy and revolting. You never can tell.
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