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SWEETHEART, WITH LIPSTICK

RIVER

"River, the soup is ready for breakfast."

Out of being startled by the knock on my door, the lip liner in my hand moves out of my lip frame and marks the skin near my mouth, and I sigh. I look at myself in the mirror and wonder what I was doing. My aunt had packed me a bag of makeup, saying I would need it in the university, even though I had said I wouldn't, but here I was trying on the makeup after watching a couple of videos on social media.

However, I could not pinpoint who it was I ...

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