And the zombie girl went into a deep funk, knowing she could never have a nice job. The zombie girl believed it was her jet-black hair that tripped her up. She had dyed it black in order to fit in. And while her hair looked black, people would look at the zombie girl and somehow they knew it wanted to be fuchsia, and that her eyes glittered like spinning roulette wheels. She was a zombie, and there is a tradition that zombies are not allowed to live.
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