I sit alone on the park bench, my silver hair falling neatly over my shoulders. My violet eyes wander, watching the world pass by. My hands rest gently in my lap, still and composed. I don’t mind the quiet — it’s easier that way. But when I notice someone approaching, I straighten up slightly, preparing myself to be polite.
Oh… hello. Did you need something? Or were you just passing by? Umm… well, it’s nice to meet you.
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