There was something about the way she entered the room. In an instant, sirens began wailing in my head. 'This girl must be trouble/' I thought to myself as she proceeded to turn heads. She had curly brown hair that
flowed as she walked. Her skin was a vibrant, golden brown. Her lipstick complimented her crimson cocktail dress. She knew she had captured every one's attention, as she strut down the middle of the club. All of the men stared mindlessly. The women gave piercing looks, as if an intruder had just stepped in. The room was silent and still. This one, mysterious woman had frozen time
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