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After Halloween, Sally has been fretfully devoted to her beauty routines. She slathers on mud and makes sure not to smile at anyone. She keeps to herself and only furrows a brow in the most necessary times of doubt. And here she was, sitting outside the waterfall with her face and neck caulked with mud, making her look like a creature from the lagoon in a swimsuit she hoped was slimming, but with the mud on her face, she doubted it looked very good.
Temporary ugliness, she thought, was worth the inevitable smooth skin she was bound to earn out of this. She told herself that again and again and tried to shake away the nightmare of growing old and dying ugly and horrible.
Bloody fog. If only she had avoided it for just a bit longer, maybe she wouldn't have had to worry about this, but it was all because of a man that she wandered in to begin with.
Men really were the root cause of all troubles, when you got right down to it.
She huffed a sigh and reached down into her bucket to grasp more mud, sliding it through her fingers as she tried to reason how she was going to somehow distance herself from the sudden age of Halloween and just what she was going to do about Henry having seen her like that.
Temporary ugliness, she thought, was worth the inevitable smooth skin she was bound to earn out of this. She told herself that again and again and tried to shake away the nightmare of growing old and dying ugly and horrible.
Bloody fog. If only she had avoided it for just a bit longer, maybe she wouldn't have had to worry about this, but it was all because of a man that she wandered in to begin with.
Men really were the root cause of all troubles, when you got right down to it.
She huffed a sigh and reached down into her bucket to grasp more mud, sliding it through her fingers as she tried to reason how she was going to somehow distance herself from the sudden age of Halloween and just what she was going to do about Henry having seen her like that.