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Victoria Anne Raya entered the room with a know-it-all expression on her perfect face. She threw a smirk at some one of the woman, before entering her booth. What was that girl thinking wearing those shoes. Somebody should really teach her the rules of fashion. It didn't take a genius to know who she was voting for. Then again, maybe it did. Not many people in here seemed intelligent enough to talk to, let alone use a brain.
When she was done, she exited the voting booth. Holding her purse on the crook of her arm, she lifted her chin in the air and made her way out. It smelled in this room. How preposterous!
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