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nono,she didn't come in with no fancy entrance.nah,this broad just ain't the type.she came in real quiet like, like the sun at mornin' tide, or somethin...

the marshland was misty, and cold.it was the kind of day where you nearly freeze at the bus stop. the fog flew, like little braids of gray, and an old woman's thin hair. the flora was black, nothin' but a shadow. the grass was soft and it squelched under foot. the shrub crackled loudly, ya could hear it from a mile away. the newbie woodsman stepped gingerly out of the bracken, nails mushing against the quagmire. the new silence was like a gentle gift to sore ears. sexy lashes batted girlishly over umbraged pools, and straws trickled forlornly down her fair cheek. she was a beauty; yep, 'er frame was slender, youthful-like. a moment of quiet stillness, and she started out again, her stride like a breast stroke through the heavy air. apical tips thudded pugnaciously, and those pretty flaxen threads of hers just danced down that champagne boa. pretty lil plush was raised to the blue yonder, and she sniffed heavily, like a kid with hay fever. her nostrils widened, and off she went, the nice critter, struttin the pathway like the queen 'o' england! the broad stopped ungracefully, and tossed her crane prettily, an' in her youthful eyes a tinge of pride.the phrase "I told ya so" comes to mind.