"They can't see us, we can't see them, we're all alone in this little shack," he said, as her bare feet shivered on the tangled vollyball net.
And then, she beat him, and the rest of them, off with her coral flipflop, sprinkled in Southern California sand.
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Ms. P's glasses clung on the cliff of her bony nose as stow-away granuels of Southern California sand festered in the princess's penny-loafers, reminding her of the cause of the photos of a supposed party girl in nothing but a green skirt obsessing in rotten shacks...
I'm watching "The Princess Diaries"
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Everyone see this movie
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