'Don't you want us to come back?' he asked the curvaceous brunette.
She hesitated, her fear suddenly rising to feel like a ball of cotton in her throat. What could she do? And who would ever know whose shoes all the boys in town had?
'What color?' she asked resignedly, and the whole troop of them made a dive for her closet.
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