Since I promised earlier to my new friend Jenny that I will join her for the mall I wanted to keep my promise and therefore I washed my face, which was dirty from the mascara, which was destroyed by my tears; I just cried about my fate. I didn't even noticed that I was wearing mascara, but my mothers magic seemed to have done a good and complete job, whether I liked it or not I was a girl now…
I decided not to put on any new mascara or any kind of make up and rushed to the mall to meet with Jenny…
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