It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. Her hair is like, white blonde, but trust me, it’s not her natural color. Under the plumed hat, her eye kindled. She’s naïve, and yet uncannily shrewd at times, and you daren’t rely on anything she says. I'm not hungry.
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