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Those eyebrows begin to scrunch and whatever contented expression on her mouth before is already fallen into a frown - a quivering frown as she attempts to keep her beak clamped shut. But the tears have already welled up. One good blink and they’ll stream her cheeks. Shoulders rise more an more and begin also to very slightly quiver the more Wendy struggles to contain herself. It’s a matter of moments.

“Those dirty, good for nothing greaser boys think it’s so cute blowing their straw paper at Wioleta when she’s skating by. All men are is trouble, especially those low-life hoodlums, and she’s dumb enough to get with one?”