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I went for a facial with my bestie, Tanya Tomlinson, at a beauty salon that went viral online recently. Just as we stepped foot in that salon, we were immediately greeted by good-looking six-foot-tall hunks. A man in a black suit who resembled a celebrity approached us. He addressed Tanya like they were old friends. "Tanya, it's been a while. Are you here for a facial or hairdo?" Tanya flicked her sexy wavy curls and smirked at the man. "I'm here for a facial. This is my best friend, Daphne Monterey. She's here for the first time. I'll entrust her to you."

Then she took a pair of pants and a polo shirt, took a shower and decided to go for a walk, finding that park where she sat down to watch the birds and the people who were there. Axel sighed and, turning his gaze, he saw that woman in a white dress with pink flowers and pink sandals just like those flowers; she was really short. Her waist-length brown hair followed her with her gaze. She walked looking around. She noticed that an old man accompanied by a little girl approached her and he offered her something, to which she shook her head. The little girl pulled the old man's pants hiding between his legs. Alicia smiled and then nodded to the old man, offering him a bill. While the old man se

When she touched her cheek, her fingers came away with traces of blood from where the soap had scraped too deeply. "Let this be a lesson," Irene said, finally releasing Beverly's shoulders. "Beauty is a privilege, not a right. And privileges can be taken away." Beverly stared at herself in the reflection of Diro's computer screen. Her face was red and irritated, her lips swollen and cracked. She looked worse than she had before the makeup—she looked damaged. "Now," Diro said, settling back into his chair, "do we understand each other?" Beverly nodded automatically, her face throbbing with every movement.

Suzan slowly grew more and more insane as she gave her imaginary brother a goodnight hug. Perspiration ran down her forehead as the toxins got worse. With her vision getting blurry, her sense of smell, taste, and hearing worsened as she was having trouble breathing. She got out of bed and pasted around her bedroom, biting her nails and aggressively scratching her head before later opening her closet door for the interpretation that someone, is exiting her closet. Suzan sat on her bed, holding closely her stuffed animal JJ and her beloved blanket for comfort as she gazed instantly at her now wide-open closet. She imagined a black figure crawling out of her closet, creepily making its way over

Eva answered. "Oh! I'm sorry! I was just curious." The girl bowed a little while apologizing, but Eva could clearly see that the girl was insecure about her looks. "It's okay, but you know what? You are beautiful just the way you are. You don't need to meet the beauty standards which people have created nowadays. You look beautiful." The girl's eyes sparkled hearing those words. She thought that maybe, like all spoiled brats, Eva would too insult her or treat her rudely, but no, she didn't. That's when the girl realized that not everyone was the same. Respect filled her eyes for Eva.

Large rocks near the water fall and rainbows beam beneath it. There was a also a place to seat nearby and Ari continues to shook her head at such beauty. Her mouth was open the whole time because she realise how much she had fallen in love with the scenery in front of her. A chuckle drew from Abram and he gently brings her down the boulders where they stood towards the pebbles ground near the lagoon. She sat on a smooth pane rock and smile when she felt droplets from the waterfall sprays lightly to her skin. "I see you like this place very much, sora lya."

Well, except for Anya. Bond or no bond, I would always feel the same way towards her. She is the only thing that I hold dear. And lately, I keep on thinking if I really deserve someone like her. Someone who was not only beautiful from the outside but also from the inside. She always glows like a sun in my dark gloomy world. Even when she’s angry she is still beautiful. DK and I stood by the makeshift ring and watched as Anya trained with Ruby. Ruby taught Anya a maneuver on how to bring down an enemy which surprised me how flawlessly she delivers. Unfortunately, Anya always ends up on her butt and back.

Ava awoke slowly, the soft sheets reminding her of a reality she was still grasping. Memories from the previous day flickered in her mind, a blend of luxury and fantasy. Anticipation built up inside her, a sensation so novel and exhilarating. She slipped out of bed, smiling as she took in the gleaming surfaces around her. The bathroom beckoned, its array of makeup and hairstyling tools like an invitation to a world she had admired from afar but never entered. For the next hour, Ava immersed herself in transformation. Each brushstroke brought out a confidence she hadn't known before. Applying makeup was more than vanity.

Kendrick lightly touched Sig's back with a finger, almost knocking him over, "Well now you won't be in trouble with her, will you?" "I-I guess so." Sig held his shoulder and then gave Kendrick a puzzled look about how he'd complimented his wife, "You-you think she's beautiful?" "Of course. Don't you?" "Well, yes, of course! But...you're..." "Beauty is something we giants appreciate in its many forms." Kendrick admitted. "But...perhaps I'm getting soft in my years." Sig shook his head, "I...I never would've guessed that coming from...well...you."

I pulled it gracefully before staring at the screen with disbelief. There she was, looking so beautiful as she answered the questions the interviewer was asking her. She was dressed in a long red coat and a pair of black pants, with stilettos on. She looked like something that had just descended from heaven, ‘As a surgeon, a doctor, I experience first-hand the kind of pain the fire victims go through. To watch them trying to make peace with their current selves is painful to me, and again, knowing that the hospitals lack funds to take them to the best plastic surgeons is what pains me the most. Everyone should be given a chance to be able to look up into the mirror again, without fear of wha