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make-up slowly as she was hindered by her already shaking hands. Finally she finished, turning to look at herself in the mirror on the back of her door. She frowned at her reflection and it returned the look, of course. She saw herself as a plain girl. She didn’t see her beautiful eyes – the ones that always reflected what she was feeling. She looked right past the soft lips that most men lusted after. Instead of beautiful soft hair that begged to have fingers running through it, she saw a head covered by flat and boring locks. Nor did she see the beautiful skin that ached for kisses to be scattered across it. She wasn’t pleased with her reflection, and with one final scrunch of her nose she looked away. She finished the final steps of getting ready