She picked up her lipstick and opened it, twisting the gold cylinder. She gasped. The top of the lipstick had been bitten off. She could clearly see the imprints of tiny teeth—a rat? A mouse? Too small for a person for sure, and who would bite off a lipstick? A child, maybe, but there were no children here. Shuddering, she twisted the lipstick back into the case, replaced the cap, and threw it into the wastebasket.
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