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She stretched in the failing light, bathed carefully, precisely, rubbing the same length of leg over and over.
Standing, she moved away from the window's remains of the day and tried to curl up close. I paid no mind, distracted, pushed her gently away.
Offended she took her vengeance, yanked her favorite Barbie, the one with the denim shorts, by her long blonde hair, from the pink convertible
and proceeded to chew on her head.
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