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Beautiful-Useable chp2Elena DiLaurentis wasn't in the best of moods. And she had the boss to blame. But no, nothing was ever the boss' fault.Beautiful-Useable chp2
Well, at least she could go home now. Elena was nearly out the door when Wolfram grabbed her arm and stopped her. "What?" she snapped, whipping her head around to face him.
"Nice look, save it for a shoot," he said to her snarling face. She said nothing to that, although her face relaxed. He continued. "You're going to make friends with the new kid."
Elena literally bit her tongue in order to swallow down the anger she cou
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My Super Sweet DamnationCongratulations, you're 16 The age you lose your soul But for today the world's your oyster Cause that's just how you roll You're on the cusp of womanhood You're onto something fresh Enjoy it while you can, you bitch- The sins of cash and flesh What was the price of your soul, my dear? Your pony- or your car? Wonder where it takes you, kid- You sure won't get too far Meanwhile the boys are lining up- The surgery was worth itMy Super Sweet Damnation
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Am I Beautiful:Useable? chp1Eloise Hart stood in front of the modeling agency. She looked at the business card in her hand. This was the address she had been given. She took a deep breath and went in. She went to the reception desk and asked the woman behind it, "Mr. Wolfram-- " The woman seemed thin yet stretched taut, and reminded Eloise of a bat. She interrupted her with the answer. "Floor Ten," she said, without looking away from her monitor. Eloise made an attempt to thank her but she didn't react. She squeezed herself into an elevator, between three models andAm I Beautiful:Useable? chp1
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5AM on the Bathroom FloorShe looked around the posh apartment. It was all immaculate, the drawn, lightly patterned curtains, the furniture shaped chic. She hated it, and now she was able to admit it. She would trade this veiled hell for the real thing soon. After all, there was only one way out of it, and that was their way, under their rules. She shivered; they wouldn't be so merciful. Not anymore. She went to the window and pulled aside some of the drapes.5AM on the Bathroom Floor
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...belonging neither quite to the living nor entirely to the dead, he slowly faded, each moment a little less visible, less able to make himself heard above the world's noise, a kind of drowning in air.
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