into a whirl of sameness. The colours faded. she felt like she was cracking-her carefully constructed mask was unstable. Looking up, she prayed. Give her a face, lord. She needed to be able to face the world. so he made her in his own image. She would never smile again, but others would never again smile at her and claw at her cracks, so inside her cheeks raised and her eyes crinkled at the sides.
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