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Alone in the examination room, she sat nervously clutching the hand-held mirror. Before her eyes, she noticed her skin tightening. Lines smoothed and blended with her freshly pink cheeks, freckles disappeared, tone darkened, even the cartilage on the prominent bridge of her nose softened. In a single minute, her once internationally recognizable face was nothing but a memory.

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