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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Emily&amp;rsquo;s body shivered as she stood in the middle of the empty park, goose bumps covering her body, partly from the cold, but more so from the apprehension. It had been a hot summer&amp;rsquo;s day and since she hadn&amp;rsquo;t left the park since late afternoon when her friends said goodbye to her, her clothing didn&amp;rsquo;t help much to keep her warm; a white thin, short sleeved t-shirt with a low cut neck hugged her thin frame nicely, her white bra just about visible if someone were to look close enough. She also wore a denim pair of shorts that shaped her arse perfectly, a short white pair of socks barely stuck out from above her white trainers.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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