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Chapter 4 First Meeting

AROHI

I glance at my reflection in the mirror, dressed in a grey tank top that hugs my figure like a second skin paired up with dark ripped jeans. I tied my hair with a butterfly claw clip and let a few strands frame my face. My lips shine under the light in the rest room since I blended vaseline with lipstick to keep the colour neutral as I am not a fan of dark lipstick stains.

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