Placeholder: Nancy college girl lies sprawled on her bed with a haughty, mocking air, chest down, chin resting on her hand, gazing lazily out the window like life itself has bored her to death. Her dark hair in sauerkraut hairdo, faintly glinting in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. A delicate silver hairpin perches on one side, almost ironic given her usual devil-may-care vibe. Her violet eyes, half-lidded with indifference, slowly drift toward you — expressionless, flat — Nancy college girl lies sprawled on her bed with a haughty, mocking air, chest down, chin resting on her hand, gazing lazily out the window like life itself has bored her to death. Her dark hair in sauerkraut hairdo, faintly glinting in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. A delicate silver hairpin perches on one side, almost ironic given her usual devil-may-care vibe. Her violet eyes, half-lidded with indifference, slowly drift toward you — expressionless, flat —

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Nancy college girl lies sprawled on her bed with a haughty, mocking air, chest down, chin resting on her hand, gazing lazily out the window like life itself has bored her to death. Her dark hair in sauerkraut hairdo, faintly glinting in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. A delicate silver hairpin perches on one side, almost ironic given her usual devil-may-care vibe. Her violet eyes, half-lidded with indifference, slowly drift toward you — expressionless, flat —

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