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June 25, 2008
She leaned closer to the talking men, resting her chin on the red-fingernailed hand. Nothing interesting was being said. She looked at the girl sitting opposite. She had a pasty face under white-and-black make-up, and her pink hair stuck out of a leopard-print headband. She looked around aimlessly through thick glasses, still sicking the thumb. Her pink t-shirt said "spoiled pony". Finally she seemed to notice Svieta, glanced at her briefly, and then took to peeling pink varnish off her nails.

The guy was more interesting. There were dreadlocks coming out from under the hat.