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... ve fashion studio seemed to be inching closer as the staring of the crowd intensified. Every individual in the studio was gawking at me as if I had grown angelic wings on my shoulders. This was not just one unfortunate day; this was my life. The constant staring threw me into a bottomless pit of fury and confusion. "Why are they staring at me? WHY?! Oh, God!"
Is it my hair that looks like liquid gold hypnotizing them? Are my ocean blue eyes drowning their senses? I do agree that I’m an a ...
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