I’d hoped my mother was joking when she entered the beauty competition. She looked ridiculous lining up next to the teenagers in her bikini, but when, she started playing on the spoons in the talent section, I knew I was doomed. The audience started throwing things. Not stones, but flowers.
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, or so they say. Last year, Graham's curiosity finally got the better of him. Most people would be excited to find stardom in their ancestry. Graham was no different. What he found explained everything. His great grandfather was a Victorian circus freak.
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