CHAPTER 1 I'm looking in the mirror. I can feel the cold glass on my nose. My pupils is big like hockey pucks. My blonde hair is longer than my shoulders. There is spmething about me that is beautiful. Something.. But I don't know what. I'm breating on the cold glass, and start to painting myself. I laugh. But suddenly I stop. I'm taking my clothes off and look in the mirror again. No, I'm not beautiful.
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