She looked at her, oh, those beautiful brown eyes. But clouded by some hues of restlessness. Her long curly hair is more tangled and disheveled as if she haven’t combed it for ages. She stared at her for too long. She began to raise her hands, holding a knife in one hand. Snip. Snip. Snip. Now, she looked more bright! With her hair as short as a man’s. She looked more vibrant! Eyes starts to sparkle! Now, she looks at her smiling. And she smiled, too. Her hands raised again, to wipe the fog in the mirror.
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