I am a student in some pretty high-security school for disturbed girls, though it seems they've gone overboard because none of us are particularly disturbed. But there's a big dance coming up and we want to rebel. There is a big yellow bus and we're all getting ready for it. I'm trying to devise a way to make punked-out makeup out of flour and food
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