[She's]
Poised. She presses her lips together before pursing them slowly into the compact mirror. She's angry, but no one can tell. She pulls out her eyeliner pencil and very calmly, hurriedly traces and smudges, traces and smudges. A quick pat of powder. She's strengthened. Ready. Shielded. Go.
Click, Click. Her heels hit the pavement and she shuts
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*left speechless*
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