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, Dawn corrected “I don’t think I could ever forgive them for what they did”
“I don’t blame you”, Lena said. She’d be the exact same way if she was in Dawn’s shoes. The twenty one year old continued painting her nails while Dawn selected a colour for her own fingers and toes.
“You know that colour really does suit you”, she remarked, shaking the bottle of metallic burnt orange.
“Thanks”, Lena said, dipping the brush back into the bottle so she could finish off her left hand “see you’ve gone for the orange”.
“Yeah, thought I would try something a little different”, Dawn explained. Whenever she had done her nails, it was either black or dark purple. She just started to unscrew the bottle when
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