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Ms. Smith stands in front of her mirror, with the wooden frame and clean glass. Putting on makeup, trying to cover the marks on her face left by her attacker, her lover, her husband. Though makeup can only do so much. Foundation and blush can not undo the damage, no matter how much she wishes it could. Her long chocolate brown hair covers the bruises on her shoulders from the angel figurine that was thrown at her. The black silk dress conceals the cuts on Ms. Smith's legs that were made when her husband pushed her and she fell through the glass table. All this was nothing new to her. This was her