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Carmin finished her orange, grabbed her usual shoulder bag and walked out the door. She headed down the street in the direction of the market. She wore a golden red long sleeve shirt, long dark blue denim jeans, and her hair down. Her hair reached down to her waist. She could make it turn to fire, though, never did it out in public. But sometimes, she would get so mad and loose her temper, making her hair turn to orange and red burning flames. She could also change the color of the fire. The fire would go blue then green, the madder she got. It even turned white if she got too mad. She had only gotten that mad once in her life. Her hair rarely ever turned green. But it had happened more than once. She hated loosing her temper.
She wore dark leather boots to cover her robotic legs. Most everyone in the town knew her, and over half treated her with respect and kindness, but a little less than a quarter treated her like dirt. No, worse. Like a cyborg. A robot. A worthless piece of scrap metal. She brushed her thoughts away and focused on the shops, looking for the right shop.
She wore dark leather boots to cover her robotic legs. Most everyone in the town knew her, and over half treated her with respect and kindness, but a little less than a quarter treated her like dirt. No, worse. Like a cyborg. A robot. A worthless piece of scrap metal. She brushed her thoughts away and focused on the shops, looking for the right shop.
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