We Don't Have To Dance
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Her black hair is worse, damp from an earlier rain storm. It is tangled, looking like it hasn't been brushed in weeks. But the most frightening thing about this odd girl, dancing in the dark, is her eyes, so full of a crazed fire, they almost seem to glow. Filled with passion and strength, a beautiful ocean in a dark dark place.
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