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I can't please everyone, I know that! But when I make this much effort, it pays off. I can feel it in the way the guys look at me. Except, he wasn't looking at me like he found me beautiful at all. He was more... perplexed, I'd say. He didn't wait long before asking me: Phil: Why are you doing that? Me: Doing what? Phil (raising his hand to point at my face): That! All this... this makeup! And that, too! He had lowered his arm to gesture at my clothes. Stung, I couldn't help but retort, my cheeks flushing. Me: What?! I still have the right to wear what I want, as far as I know! And I don't wear that much makeup. I just put on a little mascara. Phil: And lip gloss. With foundation. And blush on your cheeks. You know you're just in a cemetery. You're not at a party. The dead aren't going to turn their heads when you walk by. Me: So what?! What's your problem? Seriously, you don't know me! It's q
