This is one that I wrote a while ago, please tell me what you think.

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The woman who walked into the elevator was tall and elegant, she wore her hair out, it reached to her knees, it was curly and deep red, but not a dyed red; a natural colour. She held herself high, adding another inch to her height. She had soft blue eyes, long elegant lashes and her perfect yet large lips were adorned by deep red lipstick, the same colour of her hair, her cheekbones were chiseled, but in a refined way. She dressed her ears with beautiful earrings and her neck with a matching necklace. She wore a form fitting soft orange dress, again, adding an inch to her height. It was a low cut dress, but not ugly, she pulled and adjusted her dress as she turned around to punch in the floor number with her matching orange nails, she looked uncomfortable in her tall orange stilettos; the back, adorned by diamantes.

There was something distinctly wrong with her aura, like she conformed and configured to society, in order to fit in perfectly; covering up her true self in the act. She seemed to have been drained by others and then refilled, with the assets and qualities they wanted her to have, not what she truly held. Her level came quickly, she stepped out of the elevator and strode with purpose down the long hallway, marked with wooden doors and metal placards, pulling down her dress again.

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I hope you liked this :)

I will try get an application form up if I get any interest in the book at all.

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