Author does not in any way, shape or form own Les Miserables.
Eponine Thernardier was pretty, once.
The bright, doe-eyed, rosy-cheeked pretty.
The kind of pretty that warranted teasing from the neighborhood boys, pinches on the cheeks from family friends.
But she traded in pretty long ago, for the dirty ugly life on the streets.
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They mourned for a minute when she died.
Then they moved on.
C'est la vie, is it not?
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So now, when the people remember Eponine Thernardier, they say,
"Oh, her? That stupid lovesick girl died at the barricades for a man who didn't even love her." Then, offhandedly, as people often do,
"She wasn't even pretty."
And they'll have no idea how right they are.
Because Eponine Thernardier wasn't pretty.
No, she was beautiful.
