Today, some teacher that I have never talked to before came up to me and patted my head. Because I was wearing my pink cloche hat, he told me that I looked like a pink strawberry marshmellow (similar to a peep). He patted my head twice. It was odd.
I feel like I stick out here like an adorably pink sore thumb. This is how I rebel against the masses of gray, black, white, and tan that the French wear. Combined with the eternally gray skies, I feel personally obliged to add a little cheer and pep to the atmosphere with pinks and purples and pastels!
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