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She sits at the cherry oak vanity table, red satin dress drawn tight against her bronze skin, glittering in the soft light coming from the side table lamp. Her dirty blonde hair is drawn up in short curls that gently bounce with every movement of her body. She gently dips the tip of her makeup brush into the powder and sweeps a blanket of midnight black across each eye into a smoky perfection....
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