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UGLIES 95
Shay waited, bobbing just a bit in the cool September
wind. Tally tried to imagine her growing old, wrinkled,
gradually ruined, all without ever having been truly beautiful.
Never learning how to dress properly, or how to act at
a formal dance. Never having anyone look into her eyes and
be simply overwhelmed.
“I wish I could have seen what you would look like.
Pretty, I mean.”
“Guess you’ll just have to live with remembering my
face this way,” Shay said.
Then she turned and her hoverboard climbed away
toward the river, and Tally’s next words were lost on the
roar of the water.