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she was Connie
if you can imagine a mirage of a blurry soft edged pancake with palatable extremities and a shocking medusa of red curls, then you can imagine Connie - an unreal, real life person whose ideals and illusions tended to blend, like peanut-strawberry-butter-jam spread on freshly toasted bread. she made you wonder why... she was only Connie.
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