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Pretence

Prudence rode her neon lime green bike down to the corner Right up to the library Entrance, she wore her bleach blond hair spiky short Talking too loudly and popping her Bazooka Joe Every time the librarian glared at her Next to the magazine rack she Covertly studied the science section hoping no one noticed her focused Eyes

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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