My only distractions until that time were a nice view from the 11th floor and the company of Liz, Janelle's roommate. Being a visually indulgent creature, I had opted to ingest enough caffeine to keep my eyes open. The first thing I saw was something like this...
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The luxurious braid was what made her so noticable.
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Upon a closer look a proud and straight stance added to the impression.
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One of the good sides of dormitories where floors are separated by gender is that the occupants can dress for convinience, rather than for modesty. As the building is overheated in the winter, they do not have to dress for warmth, either.
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If venturing outside is needed, a jacket tends to saffice.
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Heeding the proverb about eyes being a mirror of the soul, I first looked Liz in the eye. However, nonwithstanding our being at a theological institution, her eyes only reflected the room.
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