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was flat on one side and the hairspray made it stick up at weird angles on the other. She was still beautiful when she smiled. It was a hypnotic smile, the same one that compelled the man at the corner store to sell her cigarettes on credit and had convinced some recent motorcycle-loving boyfriend to buy her the expensive leather biker jacket that was slung over the back of her chair.
A Pale Shadow
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