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Show A slender woman in a leotard and print skirt sat at a desk outside the main studio, writing the names of the girls as they entered. Kim followed Maureen and Isabel into the dressing room where an assortment of shoes had been carelessly tossed under two benches. Slacks and sweaters and blouses were piled on shelves and hooks. After brushing out her wind blown hair, Kim pinned it into a topknot on her head, then slipped into her black leotard. The one thing she disliked about ballet was having to wear a leotard which had all the camouflaging ability of a plastic baggie. Dressed in a tight leotard, it was impossible to hide her legs which she had always felt were too long for the rest of her body. After crossing the pink satin ribbons on her ballet slippers, she bunched her green plaid uniform skirt and white blouse into a ball. Then she put her purse on top of the clothes and tossed them up on the shelf. "You really shouldn't leave your purse lying on the shelf," Isabel said. "Why not?" Kim asked. "Because you just don't do that. Someone might take it. You should at least hide it under your clothes." She only had a half used lipstick and a dull pencil in 29 |