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Poor Girl!

Adie flopped onto her bed, pushing her Herm├Ęs Birkin bag out of the way. She was crying so hard she couldn’t even make a sound. Hot tears rolled down her cheek and onto her wrinkled Juicy Couture tee shirt. “It’s not fair!!!” she shouted to no one in particular. God, Gina gets whatever she wants! Well, she can’t have my boyfriend! Jason never even liked her! And besides, what’s so bad about me? Adie starred at her reflection in the mirror and had the sudden urge to dye her chesnut hair platnium blond. With extensions. And a new tan…maybe some shoes, a new purse. She grabbed her keys, coat and cell phone. Walking into Elizabeth Arden Red Door Salon: boring old Adie. Walking out: a whole new person!

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