FINDING MR RIGHT
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The girl staring back at me had a lot of puffiness beneath her eyes, like tiny ridges, bordering eyes that had been reddened by nights after nights of tears and despair. Her colour was pale; too pale to leave any trace of beauty, and her lips seemed swollen (or had they always been that big?). I shuddered!! Who the heck was she? I turned away from my mirror, visibly shaken by who I had just seen.

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