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May 11, 2020
Her eyes shone like wet pebbles beneath fronds of dark eyelashes. I noted several tones of off-white across her matt complexion, the powering reminding me of the shading and texture of moth’s wings. Her style was unmistakeably goth, with heavy kohl rings around the eyes, black lipstick and nail polish, and her dark hair, pulled back tightly against her skull that emulated the texture of patent leather. Her artifice only contrasted her actions. I felt her damp, plump hands grasp my hand and the warm breath she blew on my nails showed clearly that beneath the façade was a child.