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The next morning, Cherry spent an extra fifteen minutes on her makeup. Not for Ruben, she told herself hurriedly; men never appreciated winged liner. She was just in that sort of mood. Cherry blinked at herself in the bathroom mirror, the spotlights in the ceiling casting rather unflattering shadows across her face. But at least the light was good:
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