She wore a bandana around her short, curly hair so that it framed her high forehead. Her sunglasses rested on the bandana. She was pale. Timid and mouselike. Narrow shoulders, small frame, small face. The bandana made it appear even moreso. She had a timid posture. Timid voice. She held a fountain pen and tapped the quill on a pad of paper leaving little blobs of ink that she would occasionnally push into odd shapes.
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