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« on: January 12, 2019, 04:25:50 PM »

                       The alarm begins to go off as her hand slips from under the sheets and begins to rise up toward the night stand in search of the piercing morning time do sayer. Gravity takes a hold of her hand and brings it down just touching the off button. She pulls herself up and out of bed. A groggily walk toward the bathroom, her slippers gliding along the white tile, she finally makes it to the mirror. Looking up, she smiles. Through the smudges in the mirror and the questionable scratches, she see herself and feels charmed. She smiles. Her face gleaming, dimples showing, and teeth bright as ever. Her fingers find the handle of the comb as she grips onto it. She begins to work out the knots her hair has given to her in reward for a good night sleep.   
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