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Rebellion

The day was sunny, the birds chirped outside, and in a small appartment in a big town, Danielle shouted at her progenitor.

“There’s no way that bitch is coming to live with us.” was the only thing she said. He was left dumbfounded by this statement, for she had never opposed his orders. Still, she had gotten her bluntness from her father’s side, along with a rather ugly flat nose and a nice rack that she had seen on her aunts.

Things did not go all fairytale on her, though.

The “evil stepmother” moved in, Who-like nose and all, and Little D, as her friends called her decided to move out.

At 16, though, it proved rather hard, until she eventually died.

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