Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. She smiled mechanically at the audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights on her made-up face. I would be chased by every curious party on this planet, by vampireseekers, by witch-hunters, by researchers, you name it. His mother smiled in return, an act that brightened her thin face. Wanted a clean sweep for elbowroom.
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