exactly how it should have happened.
             First, an elegant black car would pull up outside her house. The car would be a bit like the ones that famous people get married in but not as fancy. She had seen pictures of cars like it in the shiny magazines her mum liked to read. Then a tall, beautiful woman would get out of the car. She would walk up the drive, pausing to frown at the plastic flowers that Penelope's father had cemented into the ground instead of grow
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