Nevaeh looked at her reflection. Her slender, pale finger lightly traced the surface of the glass, from the top of her tousled blonde curls down the bridge of her aquiline nose - which to her eternal annoyance was not quite evenly centered between her sapphire blue eyes. Her finger continued down to the cupid’s bow of her lips, then paused and
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