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Tea Dance

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I LOOKED at myself in the mirror. "Today, Susie, you are going to be beautiful/' It was really a rather doubtful hope. A round, baby-fat face stared back. Silver clippies held curls away from my face, and when I smiled I could blind somebody if the sun hit my braces right. But I had decided. Today I was going to be beautiful...

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