Buffy smeared the consealer under her eyes. She applied eye liner lipp gloss and put her hair into a ponnytail. She went to her closet and picked out a trendy outfit. She looked in the mirror and smiled. She looked fine. She looked closer to her face. A wrinkle. She smashes the mirror and curses. She's always been searching for that perfection that never comes.
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