I love these, they get the old grey matter going as I try to bring the words together.
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The three had been inseparable as teens, but only she had made the Big Time.
She refused to be a casualty of poverty, striking a blow to her family by walking out at the tender age of fifteen for new horizons and lying about her age on the application form.
Four eyes, wide with wonder, watched as she raised her hand in recognition, the rhythm of her footsteps on the glass catwalk making her body flow in perfect unity.
The fiery colour of her hair and the warmth of her smile made the backdrop of a mock furnace pale in comparison, but she had never forgotten her roots, or her friends.