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| Everyone looks pretty in their own way! Besides, I still think what you're saying isn't true. | |
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| It is, though! I'll prove it! Come with me. | |
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| No. I stayed a good ugly for sixteen years. I am not going to risk turning pretty, just because I couldn't take one more day. | |
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| Fine, I guess this is good-bye. | |
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| See ya squint. Wait, you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone where I am going. Promise? | |
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