Under the dim light, a beam of chasing light hit her. The white ballet skirt bloomed like a inverted lily in rotation. Feathers fell from the sky, landing on her shoulders, hair, and skirt, like blessings from God. She tiptoed, her arms curved gracefully, and her slender body seemed to hold a butterfly about to break its cocoon. Every spin, every jump, was so light and unreal - as if Teen Sex Doll could fly up at any moment and return to her own paradise. No one applauded, everyone held their breath. At this moment, she is an angel.
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