"I'm prudence personified. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. My, um, my curfew. I feel at moments as though I could bolt for it. Always her prayers ended—'And may my beautiful mother guide me!' No.
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