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have been so much more apparent. At least in the back of the large dark room no one would be looking at me, except perhaps the girl sitting next to me. I had only known her a month, yet I felt like I had spent my entire life getting to know her. She was the picture of beauty in my eyes: long light brown hair, hazel eyes, and thin pink lips painted with clear shiny lip gloss positioned perfectly on her pale face. Compared to her, even I looked like I had some sort of tan on my complexion. My lips were thick and painted a dark and shiny magenta, so different from hers. I fantasized briefly how her small mouth would feel puckered and touching mine… As soon as the thought entered my head, I quickly pushed it out. I