She changed into a halter top and a pair of tight jeans herself, and let Lucy brush her long, glossy hair as they talked about mascara, schoolwork, and boys. I’m sorry. A light was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere, for the night was raw and overcast. I am afraid, Anna, just a little afraid, that in Paris I and my friends here might seem a trifle advanced.
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