The Perfect Dance... Or Is It?

Hazel was getting ready for a dance. Her outfit was perfect, her hair was perfect, her makeup was perfect. Everything seemed perfect, but she knew something was wrong. She just didn't know what. Immediately, she rushed downstairs and asked her sister, Ashlyn, "Is there anything on my face!". Ashlyn then gasped. She explained to her sister that there was a huge spot on her face. She tried to remove it, but the spot just grew and grew. Well that's how it seemed. 

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