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ed beneath a canopy of checkered umbrellas, a stumbling procession of legs. It was accompanied by the gruff laughter of men, incoherent and lacking any discernible pattern."Go... Go... go again... Dri... this was the first time she had cared so much about her face. All the women he had been with before always had a ton of makeup, bottles and jars that seemed to fill up their small vanity tables. But...