In walked a young girl. She had light brown hair, combed straight, flowing down to her back. She was wearing a white, hooded sweater and a standard pair of jeans, with light brown boots. She had to be at least 11 or 12. She was relatively short for her age. Her face was streaked with red. Tears flowed from her eyes, a light brown turned even lighter with the addition of her tears. I felt a surge of sympathy coarse through me. That poor young girl...
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