[London had been a little distraught as none of the mirrors in the hall of mirrors are tall enough to capture her whole body. However, she has consoled herself by walking steady catwalk circles around the tent, looking down at her 'shoes.' Any attention gained is positive attention to London, although she's apparently oblivious to the fact that the stares are more in horror at white leather fused into her ankles than in awe of the beauty and height of her fabulous shoes.]
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