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Noel looked at the trio. It was a mess- they were all a mess. Especially Jane . "How in the hell did you manage that?" He asked. "You look like something out of an abstract art gallery. Minus Constance." Noel turned to her. "You don't look half bad."
At least her eyeliner was straight . Ocean had two different-sized wings going on, and Jane... "Now, which one of you did that to Jane?" He crossed his arms.
Jane looked like the love child of a circus clown and a Picasso painting. She sheepishly raised her hand. Noel sighed.
"Here. Let me help..."
