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  • DANCING IN NEW YORK | ᵈᶦˢᶜᵒⁿᵗᶦⁿᵘᵉᵈ
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    She was simple. Sweet. Never stood out in the crowd. Her skin was tan and she had wavy hair that went down to her back. She was happy. Optimistic. Looked at the world though a pair of rose colored glasses. Her skin was pale and covered in freckles. And her orange hair fell to her shoulders. She was confident. Snarky...