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She was young, timid and lonely, with hair that fell into her face and a slouching, although not shuffling gait that betrayed the habitually grim expression on her face even when it wasn't visible. It gave her smiles a rarefied and precious quality that would channel through groups of people when she displayed it, embarrassing her. In spite of her shame at receiving unwanted attention, evidenced by her prompt return to a state of aloof rigidity whenever she did grin, people resented her, claimed her sorrow was a ploy and her brief episodes of contentment artificial, and no excuse would mol...
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