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"I'm five hundred years old."
"I hate colors."
"I know how to count."
"I don't like cats."
"My name is Kitty White."
For every phrase she'd spoken, her hair begins to turn into a silvery white glow.
"I love you."
And her hair gleamed with a light shade of pink.
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