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// And if I'm Being Honest 
// Story: Imperfect 
// by Incandesca 
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She knew this day would come.

She'd known it ever since losing her magic.

It did nothing to soothe her.

Shaking, she pressed a pristinely manicured, crimson nail to her cheek. She poked and prodded at the otherwise smooth, unblemished skin, until she found it.

The wrinkle.

She screamed, flinging the pocket mirror against the wall. It shattered, and she saw her ugly reflection crying back at her a million times over.