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Lena looked in the mirror, blinking, tilting her head back and forth, looking at her brown eyes. She frowned, a little. The coloured contacts fit well enough, but she could feel them, just a bit, and didn't like it.
"Whaddya think, love?" she asked, calling over to Widowmaker.
The defector walked over and examined her lover's
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