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  You become obsessedwith papaya soap.12 years old. Pampaputi,they say.for your armpits.for your elbows.for your knees.for your…body.
In the lonely presense of the night. She appears as a wild figure roaming off from the crowd. Only knowing the ability to be proud of nothing but freedom. While pulling the trigger.
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