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I swear people think being a werewolf is just the coolest thing in the world. Like no! It's not, your every sense is heightened you can hear, smell, see everything it's so annoying sometimes. And you transform to a wolf on full moons, and you sometimes roll around in grass.
My best friend Leah thinks that it's great, me on the other hand not so much. Like the bitch is crazy.
"Leah, can we please leave we've been in Sephora for like a hour" I whined, Leah had tried on her tenth shade of lipstick.
"No not yet, my highlight and eyeshadow have to match my lips" she said applying the lipstick carefully.
"Leah, I have some where to be today so can we please hurry" she shot me a glare. "Do you know how hard it is to get the perfect shade of lipstick?" She asked, I shrugged.
"Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I know makeup or clothes"
Leah looked up and down.