” She glanced shyly at the mirror above her dressing-table, and then about her at the furniture, as though it might penetrate to the thoughts that peeped in her mind. Michelle had warned her of the girl, calling her “Bitchster”. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink.
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