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She looked at the girl straight in the eyes, those sad, sad, eyes fringed by black eyeliner the bitter tears had washed away. Her finger ran down the girl's neck, her body was cold, and her skin deathly pale, like a corpse's. Their lips touched, for half a second. "I hate you", she whispered to the girl, moving away. Then, she punched the mirror in front of her, which fell apart in a million little pieces around her feet.