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Reluctantly, a shiny red heel elegantly strode off the blindingly bright escalator. The mossy grass winced beneath it. A sour noise escaped from Tracey’s smooth red lips. ‘Eeek!’ she squealed, but returned, determined to reach her destination. With a bitter expression on her makeup-covered face, the classy girl put one classy heel in front of another. This muddy, grubby place was not her usual luxury mall.