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Trace the contour of her face.
It looks like heaven has given her some really good ideas.
It looks like hell has give her itself.
It looks like she has half a dozen make-up tips at the ready at every moment, but that none of them make her happy.
Look at those contouring lines. They speak of sadness in the brush strokes.
Find another dragon. Find another turtle. Ask where the cupboard alligator lives.
It loves behind her eyes. It loves another cupboard alligator. It loves the one it sees in her eyes.
Every day, she opens her cupboard, forgetting the alligator resides there. Every day, she screams, her mouth open wide, and the alligator falls in love with the sound of the scream, with the many large white chompers, with the reflection of itself in the contour of her eyes. Her eyes are convex mirrors. So he looks very far away to himself. We always want what's far away.
That is why alligators love contours.
