Grunge love
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"Her eyes where bright blue, her tangled curly dark brown hair, to go with her silver nose ring, dressed in a oversized grey and white flannel shirt wrapped around her waist, a baggy iron maiden shirt tucked into her black ripped at the knees skinny jeans and black creepers, with a cigarette in one hand and her phone in the other,leaning against a bus stop."
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