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Her earings don't match the shirt she clumsily put on this morning. Then again I guess nothing can match a shirt like that; navy blue with a pattern over the entire thing, a pattern that reminds me of an Anglo grandma's curtains. Her hair is pulled back into a half pony tail and I can see the remains of poorly done foils that have long since grown out. I caught a glimpse of her in the reflection of the window when she turned her head slightly to face it and... She seems quite pretty.