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For rush I dye my hair brown, a very deep choclate color. In Oklahoma where "blondes" are a dime a dozen, dark hair makes me stand out.
I file my nails, and trim my toenails.
I do not tan. I glow I'm so pale.
I refuse to buy new clothes for rush. I'd rather the rusher's see the real me, and decide if they want to be my sister or not that way.
I also refuse to cover up my peircings, I mean, I'll dye all the colors away from my hair, but to take out my peircings is asking too much.
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