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     Being beautiful all the time is tough, but somebody's gotta do it.      My face was like a canvas: pale, bare, raw. It was a simple pigment of off-white with tones of light pink, black, grey. I blinked the two chocolate almond eyes centered around my nose (which was kinked on one side). Below were my lips, dry but soft, and like faded rose petals. A few strands of onyx-black hair fell into my face, tickling the bridge of my nose. Foundation would be my best friend today. Or did I want to wear it?      Yes. No. Yes. No.      I picked up

    Tom sat in the tattered motel room sipping some Jack Daniels and relaxing from a long day of searching. Searching for someone dear to him. Searching for Bill. Bill and Tom were Co-Leaders of a downtown detroit gang named "Purple Nation". A while back, they feel into some deep shit. And I mean deep. They were dong some drug Trafficing on their Rival's turf. "The 6th Street Saints". Their rival. They got caught. After that, the shit hit the fan. Bill and Tom's apartment was stalked day in and day out by the saints. One night, Bill went against Tom. He did the one and only thing Tom instructed Bill not to do. Go out on his own. It was late a