She stands in front of the mirror, stares at her reflection. She runs a hand through her hair, tries to fix the way the ends curl inward, no matter how hard she tries to stop it. She smiles, focusing on the way her teeth are slightly crooked. They aren't quite white enough, even though she brushes them obsessively, once in the morning, once in the
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As always, I enjoyed this entry.
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