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icky feeling. After wiping down my

checkout point, I straighten my glasses

and make sure to tuck the loose strands

of brown hair behind my head. Dull

brown hair with no character. It is pulled

into a loose ponytail. Brown, not the rich

auburn Sin has, I think with bitterness. A

color that catches the sunlight and makes

it look like a flaming mane. I could be

beautiful with auburn tresses. I have the

same green eyes she has. I could pull it