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The Confusing Lesson Whipped Frankie's Anger Into Something She Had Never Felt Before. It Was Like An Emotional Meringue - The Airy Feeling Of Loneliness Topped With The Hard Crisp Of Injustice. Yet Its Taste Was Far From Sweet.

One By One, Drops Fell From Her Eyes Like They Were On An Assembly Line - Gather, Fall, Slide...gather, Fall, Slide...each One Commemorating Something She Had Lost. Hope. Faith. Confidence. Pride. Security. Trust. Independence. Joy. Beauty. Freedom. Innocence.

Bean, What's One Step Worse Then A Fashion Don't?....a Fashion Don't Even Think About It.

The Clique: The Only Thing Harder Then Getting In Is Staying In.

You Must Be Poor. Why? Cuz Ur Not Making Any Cents!