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. She sat down awkwardly and helplessly on one of the little stools by her table and covered her face with her hands. Anna turned round with a start, which was almost of guilt, the poker still in her hand.
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