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It actually got to the point where she had to bring out the measuring tape. According to the measurements, her room is exactly 2.73 square feet larger. I thought it was a little dramatic, but you never argue with mom, she could put a lawyer to shame any day with her naturally smart, yet awkward mouth. The world would be on their knees in seconds, no doubt.
After brushing my teeth, putting my crap back behind the mirror and rinsing my mouth, I stare at my complicated reflection. I wouldn't say that I'm ugly, but I am most definitely not a Miss America. I'm more of a descendant of the Casual breed.
My annoying tiny nose, has got to be one of the worst of my body parts, if I must say. I always feel like I'm missing out on certain smells because of its size. And these greenish-brown, hazel eyes of mine are bright in the lighting. It's probably the only feature I like along with my hair which is Indian inherited.
But the grand-prize winner of Horrible and Most Embarrassing Body Part goes to: my dimples. That curse. Who put them there? Neither of my parents had them, nor my grandparents, so why me?
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