Michelle had always been the perfect girl in her hometown. Everyone admired not only her long blonde hair and big blue eyes, but also her intelligence and knowledge. She had always been used to this admiration and also envy, in such a way that she started ignoring both politely. For years and years people asked themselves how someone could be this perfect and no one could find the answer. And, unsatisfied with this result, they decided the problem was in the question and not in the answer. So, instead of asking "How can you be this perfect, Michelle?", they started asking "What's your secret, Michelle?". And little did they know the person holding that secret wasn't Michelle herself, but me.
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