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       Pretty Girl 
   DIR By: Tin Man
       Date: September 7, 2009, 10:36 pm
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       For a moment, the shield of nonchalance melted away.
       She stepped aside from her guard, peering into her reflection.
       “The mirror,” she thought, “I haven’t looked in it for while.”
       In the three seconds spent looking, every blemish,
       every imperfection exploded into her conscience. “So many
       freckles, my eyes aren’t even; I look so tired, my…”
       She stopped for a second. These were the usual
       complaints, the usual insecurities. She couldn’t find what they
       saw. Searching for the “glimmer,” the “sparkle”—she didn’t see
       it. “Why… I’m so far from it.” It was like diving into the
       ocean, hoping to discover the sun.
       Empty handed, she walked away from the mirror.
       Remnants of the day punched into her skull.
       .        .         .         .         .         .
       .         .         .         .         .
       “Will you go…?”
       “Why don’t you want to go with me?”
       “You’re becoming a heart breaker; you’ve got to learn how…”
       “You know him? He wants to ask…”
       “Why? I don’t even talk to him.”
       “But he likes the idea of you.”
       .         .         .         .         .         .
       .                  .         .         .
       She was a stranger to this. Skepticism loomed with every word.
       Maybe it was true. Maybe she could allow herself to be
       vulnerable, expecting love to drop into her open hands. But that
       monster couldn’t be unleashed, it was tearing holes. It was an
       animal that too “loved the idea.” It was vicious, pouncing on
       sweet words—painfully naïve.
       Sighing, she bought another lock and another string of
       thick metal chains. She slipped the key into her pocket,
       clinking against the others.
       “Not right now,” she whispered, “I’m not ready.”
       Be
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