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She pushed a strand of strawberry blonde hair away from her eye, unmindful of the silence around her. All the other students had gone, leaving her alone in the musty basement of the ancient library. Sandy hadn't yet learned to be wary of being alone in such places.
It was a lesson she would soon learn.
Sandy was one of the most beautiful girls in the high school. She had bright eyes that sparkled when she felt happy or mischievous, and hair that fell in loose waves to several inches past her shoulders. Sandy wanted to be an actress, and she kept her hair in a Farrah Fawcett-style, parting it slightly off center, combing it away from her face in loose, silky waves.
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She pushed a strand of strawberry blonde hair away from her eye, unmindful of the silence around her. All the other students had gone, leaving her alone in the musty basement of the ancient library. Sandy hadn't yet learned to be wary of being alone in such places.
It was a lesson she would soon learn.
Sandy was one of the most beautiful girls in the high school. She had bright eyes that sparkled when she felt happy or mischievous, and hair that fell in loose waves to several inches past her shoulders. Sandy wanted to be an actress, and she kept her hair in a Farrah Fawcett-style, parting it slightly off center, combing it away from her face in loose, silky waves.