She was the most hypocritical person
I had ever met, unpleasant both inside and out. Her appearance was overwhelmingly ugly, everything in her looked too bright or too exaggerated. Her eyebrows were black like coal and sharply drawn, her lips greasy and her teeth yellow, with a large hole in the front. Her body was heavy and awkward, moving clumsily through space. She had thick fingers with chewed nails, a nose full of pimples, and her face had scars of past acne. Her eyes were small, just piggy, while her ears unnaturally large, seeming to shake with the breeze. Her clothes filled with sweat, dotted with spots from previous meals. Her shoes were too tight, and her overgrown nails made holes in the front of them. Likewise, her voice sounded like chalk dragged across glass. When she spoke and laughed, she coughed like an old man who spent his life smoking. On the contrary, her smile was rather sincere and natural. There was something comforting in it, which provoked sympathy.
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