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 The girl always said she was fine. Never did her olive complexion crack down into a frown, nor her blue eyes moisten. She was the first one to smile, the first one to laugh or enthusiastically jump into a game. She wore brightly colored sweaters over flowery tops, did community service projects. They all called her perfect, so sunny and beautiful. One day, she was particularly happy. She was more chattery than usual, talking about everything good that had happened to her, talking and laughing with her friends. The girl seemed excited about something, her long-sleeved sweater matching the rest of her outfit perfectly. A wide smile was perma