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state, the living room was perfo

on the sofa, her foot-with a tiny chip missing from on

pedic and dermatology specialists, peering through mag

ng at her side, painstakingly peeling a lyc

nt to Florencea to get the best manicurist. Your to

oke in that syrupy, saccharine

worry. Where's Mila? Didn't she come back

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all night in the sand.

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get out of the sand yourself? Why'd you do this? For wh

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nk you're doing?

all jewelry box from my bag

t. As your sister-in-law, I brough

wels inside. No

man toenails, each careful

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, ear-splitting shriek as

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ifferent people. I hear transplanting healthy nails from donors is the late

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