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my eyes were heavily rimmed and ringed with charcoal, reminding me of a program I’d watched recently about lemurs. My lips were painted the color of Earl Haig poppies. “Well,” she said, “what do you think?” “I look like a small Madagascan primate, or perhaps a North American raccoon,” I said. “It’s charming!”
Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine
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