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I didn't notice I had been watching Sara change in and out of outfits for the past thirty minutes until Sara had checked her phone and screamed that we were running late.
It was the day for sightseeing at the tourist centre Sara had gotten us tickets for. I had contemplated on what to wear and settled on black pegged pants and a plain mauve T-Shirt - which was part of what I had gotten at the store - before Sara had pulled me into her room to help her dress up.
As we went on chattering and squeaking like teenagers, I couldn't help but notice how colourful Sara's room was, and when I meant colourful, I meant colourfully pink. From the bedspread and covers down to the seat cover of the chairs in front of her vanity mirror to the floor mat which shone pinkly on the ground, daring y
