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“Clothes, hair, and skin. They were such small components of a person and yet, in True's experience, not much mattered more to most of the people she met. Being Young or old didn't save you from judgment. The red-headed girl stuck out, a rose in a field of white lillies.”

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Book:Crystal Key: Door to a New World
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