Strawberry champagne
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Last published Tue, May 23, 2017
I was scared, I can tell you; I'd never seen a girl like that before. She had styled her hair precisely in waves and her smile was possessed with love. Tall and fair she was, and bubblier than the strawberry champaign she held delicately in her hand. The beads on her cocktail dress danced around with the light and her neat shoes speaked of newness. The lively jazz added to her joy, causing a commotion around her. She wasn't one to cave for a man, and we all knew it. Gentlemen had been cramming all night to get a dance with her. They liked a challenge, and that's what she was.
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