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Chelsea squirmed uncomfortably in her bus seat. Part of her discomfort was knowing that this was far outside the city limits, as it had been an hour since she had seen a tall building. Another part of it was to do with the fact that the girl on her right was crying softly into her hand. And of course the fact that Chelsea was handcuffed to her armrest. She had never been what you could call an ordinary girl. She had been the girl with purple hair in junior high, or the eyeshadowed goth at...
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