>My cousin looked unhappy and she sat glum and silent in our hall. She hardly even smiled or spoke a word. Our family knew that there was something seriously amiss and our hushed whispers went as far as suggesting that perhaps she was pregnant and needed to talk about it.
My Mom nudged me to break her silence and talk to her to see what we could do to help her in any way that we could.
I asked her to join me in my bedroom and she surprisingly accepted the invite. It was then that I learned about her problem. She did not know how to get rid of pimple scars on her gentle face.
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