Her plum face hung from her neck like a plank of wood hanging from a nail on a tree. She adjusted her head, twisting it to the perfect position. Her apple red lips popped like a balloon as she walked towards the wooden door. She twisted the diamond door knob and the door swung open. No one was there. "Welcome to the land of the unwanted." She grinned and showed off her degrading teeth, sculpted with holes carved from acid.
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