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November 3, 2020
Peppercorn Flannery lives in a split level house at the end of a cul-de-sac. She's hanging upside down on the monkey bars, her long blonde hair obscuring her face as well as her shirt, which she acts like she doesn't notice even though it's 40 degrees outside and she's only wearing a tiny concession to a bralette underneath, the only girl in fourth grade to even pretend to "need" one. Marnie Newsome has never been more jealous of another kid in all her life, a brunette living in a duplex on a highway with barely a need for an undershirt.