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It's a bit dusty in here.
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Originally posted by ironweed
The audience bathed the girls in cheers as Ms. Ferrara handed each ballerina a red rose. Monica held her rose in one hand and used the other to steady herself with her ribbon-wrapped cane. Heather gently released her and beamed as she stood by herself, held up by applause and her father's quivering smile.
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A sweet story, indeed. But I'm pretty sure the author moonlights writing bad romance novels and soft-core porn.
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