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I put my head under water and let the building speak to me through the tub. Two girls walking up the road. “Welcome to the Dayla Rue!” She held her arms up and did a little spin. She smiled at me. I could tell they didn’t belong but I kept my head low. Otherwise you can stay until we find another girl.” I started to reach for the door. Mary left because she fell in love and that’s fine. The quiet one had a short black bob and bright red lips. “I do.” I replied. My real name is Clare and I let the men call me Clare. “Clare are you coming with?” I asked.
