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"Get up." the coach demanded. Candace's arms felt like ground beef, her legs felt like fried ukroadtrips calamari ukroadtrips, and Candace herself felt like shit. She only half-listened to the coach as she yelled a lecture, the ukroadtrips noise occasionally causing some ukroadtrips of the fluffy, spray ukroadtrips-on insulation to fall from the gym's ceiling. Hands from the other cheerleaders ukroadtrips checked her for broken bones. Candace was hungry. She wished she hadn't skipped lunch.
(Must you always be so concerned with appearances that you forget about what's inside?) a strange ukroadtrips voice asked. (But then ukroadtrips, you've been ukroadtrips trapped ukroadtrips in the ukroadtrips world of fashion all your free life, from crapping in designer diapers ukroadtrips to writing to free Calvin Klein to come out with a ukroadtrips line of designer tampons so you can be "in style" even ukroadtrips in ukroadtrips your CROTCH.)
How rude. Daphne thought.
"I ukroadtrips realize now that I've put far too much emphasis on appearances." Daphne replied.
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