There Is No Grey
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"What's it like to be pretty?"
Pretty, attractive, cute, beautiful, blah blah blah. They were just words to her, she knew they didn't mean anything, they were just fluff. Besides what's the point in believing in those words if no one ever said them to you? No one said them to Kamali, she wasn't like the rest so why would they? There was no mixing of black and white. Colors were supposed to be separated.
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