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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall The first thing I see in the mirror is my nose. Aquiline, my mum used to call it. Big and ugly, I say. So I try to ignore it. It’s much more pleasant to look at my dark eyes; big in the nice sense of the word and I’m told my eyelashes are to die for. Lips… a little too thin for my taste. They’re really pale, as well. My hair’s thick and raven-black. It’s short, because I can’t stand long hair. I’m a little too skinny. It’s hard to find clothes that fit properly. But my wedding-dress fits beautifully. |
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