Beauty

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"Stop it." She said, pushing me away from the mirror.

"What?" I asked.

She crossed her arms, glaring at me.

"I know you." She said. "You've been standing in front of this mirror for too long."

I just rolled my eyes, going back to standing in front of the mirror, fixing my hair.

"You look beautiful." She told me.

"I know," I said weakly.

"I mean it." She said, wrapping her arms around me, looking back at our reflections. "No matter what anyone else thinks, even yourself. I will always find you beautiful."

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