She studied her face in the mirror in lieu of more expensive
amusements. Why spend half of her paycheck at the movie theater when she could
admire her own enviable bone structure for free? Sure, a night at home wouldn’t
get her any closer to the pedestal of celebrity, but at her pedestal sink, she
could unabashedly pluck stray hairs from her face! She ran her fingertips over
the curve of her jaw and lamented her inability to capture its beauty on
canvas. Shrugging off what could not be remedied, she loosened the cap of her
mascara and began to hum. She stopped the applicator wand midway to her lash
pondering the lyrics beneath the tune – What
is the hipbone connected to?
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