“You didn’t want me for my looks?” I say, pretending to be hurt. Mara laughs, despite herself. “Not back then,” she says, “But don’t worry, I’ve become much more shallow. Now I notice them every minute of the day.” “Thank you,” I say, tossing my hair and smoothing it back with both hands.” LooksShallowColeMara Book:There Is No Devil Source: There Is No Devil