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She sighed. She looked around at all the tall grey buildings and busy grey people. She looked down at herself, even she was turning grey. There had been a time in which this city had been bright and coulorful, the people all spoke to each other. Now If you did that you would be called crazy. Suddenly she heard the sound of music from the square. She made a split-second desicion. She put down her brief-case, and made her way to the square. When she got there, she started to dance. Soon lots of people joined in. And, suddenly, the city didn't seem so grey.
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