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i was clad in black and white stripes wrapped around my body like an hour glass. my dress was torn up right before my laced undergarments were seen, and my hair was messier than a child coloring for the first time.

you did it, of course, saying i was color that should not be restricted in a box of four, black lines.

but you were the one who made that box.

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