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It had her raven locks, her pouting lips. After all, they’re history in the making. She lay very still and closed her eyes, hear tears gliding off of her ears, causing them to itch. ‘At me,’ she uttered, holding her own pistol high and aiming it steadily. “I think,” began Ann Veronica, “that you don’t realize—” He disregarded her entirely. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own.
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