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2003-11-04 || 10:34 a.m. || mandy. || she had the most beautiful skin, all delicate and perpetually cold and the color of early frostbite or recent cardiac arrest. her boyfriend was goth and she drove a beat-up datsun and always showed up to work in ten-hole docs with old man pants. she wore charcoal-colored eye shadow and specks of it would drift down just below her eyes so that she always looked slightly bruised and tired, like a persecuted saint. we grabbed hands when there were no customers, talked like katharine hepburn, made plans to escape for the sake of lying under trees eating apples. she left to go to beauty school, where her cold cold hands gripped metal scissors until her knuckles glowed white.
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