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At the subject change, Janis' train of thought changed with it- after all, look who we're talking about here, it doesn't take too much to pull that off. Both of her hands went up to smash down the poof that was her hair (the hat had long since wandered off) and turn a little- tiny bit red.
"My mom gave it to me- you should see it when I brush it out!" Not that it was tangled at the moment, but with this much curl naturally? Epic ballads would be written about the nest that was her brushed-out hair.
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