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A girl, probably an older teenager, stares at the floor intently. Her ***** blonde hair is wrapped into a messy bun, strands of hair falling to her shoulders and near her neck. She sits with posture, shoulders back and neck tall, seeming like a grown woman. Her cotton-colored shirt has thin sleeves, showing her arms and collarbone. Her pencil skirt falls to the middle of her thighs, a little too short in my opinion. The skirt is embroidered with small flowers out of lace, glowing with royal blue fabric. Her small diamond earrings and miniscule jewelry compliments her. She seems stressed, nervous, as she bites her lip and squints her eyes staring at the TV. I hear the name, Shelby, and her head lifts.
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
A girl
A girl, probably an older teenager, stares at the floor intently. Her ***** blonde hair is wrapped into a messy bun, strands of hair falling to her shoulders and near her neck. She sits with posture, shoulders back and neck tall, seeming like a grown woman. Her cotton-colored shirt has thin sleeves, showing her arms and collarbone. Her pencil skirt falls to the middle of her thighs, a little too short in my opinion. The skirt is embroidered with small flowers out of lace, glowing with royal blue fabric. Her small diamond earrings and miniscule jewelry compliments her. She seems stressed, nervous, as she bites her lip and squints her eyes staring at the TV. I hear the name, Shelby, and her head lifts.
sarah-kfu
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 11:42 AM UTC
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