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... bulbs framed the mirrors in harsh halos, and the smell of foundation, hairspray, and warm curling irons created a foggy atmosphere that clung to the skin.
Micah sat in a chair, hands folded neatly on his lap, remaining still as the ends of his newly extended silver hair rested against his shoulder, framing his pale face with an almost metallic sheen. The sharp artistic strokes of makeup gave him a cool, celestial air; cheekbones highlighted in soft moon-white, his lips tinted a faint ic ...
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