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creationmadness Her hair hung limp while the two immaculate well dressed ladies peered down at her through half moon shaped glasses, clucking their tongue.
"Look at those clothes she's in; Can't she find something suitable?" one said.
"Look at her face. Tsk. What a shame. No makeup, no perfume, nothing. I would die if I left the house that way"
The two ladies walked away from the teenaged orphan sitting at a desk, drawing. The girl muttered under her breath, "who's hiding what under that fake dress, perfume and fake face." She continue to draw, spilling her genius onto the colored paper.