While driving yesterday Lily was telling me how she can't wait to go to school to become a teacher and live in a dorm. She said she only worries about her future roommate "because if it's someone who believes her nostrils are a place for her fingers then we just can't be roomies and I'll have to ask for someone new. Then Mom, if I get a girl who wears black pants and a black shirt, lots of makeup who smokes and has a mohawk with all sorts of colours in it, then we just can't be best friends." I asked her what was wrong with people with mohawks and she replies "oh no, I can't be best friends with a smoker".
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