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(Donoma)

"Hello." I replied to the person who just came out of the trees. "Um, do you know where we are?"

Suddenly self conscious, as I am usually around new people, I reached towards the side of my face for a lock of hair to twirl to find that my hair was in a loose, low ponytail, and that part of it was covering my ears. I restrained from touching it.

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