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Oct. 16

Dear Corinne,

Sometimes I pretend I'm pretty. Like when I'm walking home and the wind catches my hair. Or when I'm holding a cup of warm tea in both my hands. Or when I lean my head on my hand during a test. I pretend to be beautiful. Then I catch sight of my bitten nails, my split ends, my reflection.

And then I remember.

Love,

Leigh

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