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03 Part II
Genevieve reached up and touched her silky blonde hair that she had ran a brush through just minutes ago... and could promise there was no trace of male bodily liquids, though a hard blush still coated her cheeks like spilled scarlet paint on an ivory canvas and she pushed her chair away from the table, following her mother's tracks as she made her own way up the staircase and back towards her room. She made a point to slam her door behind herself as she went, triumphant and child like.
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