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A swirling yellow wind blows white hot dog wrappers over strip mall dirt.
Slowly walking to their cars
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Behind glass windows retail vendors push their wares on two-legged sheep.
Mustard-lipped, a tall, slim girl
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"Dad, before we go," she says with her lip-sticked lips, "I have some bad news.
Your face is being ruined |
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