So basically my favorite fruits are raspberries and lychees so yes - I present to you my very rushed daily that makes absolutely no sense at all

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Raz looked at herself in the mirror.

“Ooh!” she squealed, turning herself about this way and that. “I look so good in this blue dress, don't I, Lychee?”

“I think it looks weird,” her friend said. “I've gotten so used to seeing you wearing red that when you wear any other color now, it just looks strange.”

“Oh, come on, it's nice to wear another color for a change!” said Raz. “You're gonna try it next.”

Raz and Lychee - best friends for as long as they could remember - were trying on new outfits with brand new colors. The two of them had so much in common - they both always wore red, for example - and yet were so different. Raz was sweet and instantly outgoing, whereas Lychee was always protective and reserved, though once she opened up to someone, she proved to be just as sweet as her bubbly friend.

Today, the two of them had decided to try on new colors rather than their usual red. Not surprisingly, this had been Raz's idea. Also not surprisingly, she hadn't hesitated for even a second before she immediately changed out of her frilly red skirt and into a brand new dress colored with the brightest shade of blue imaginable.

And now, she was looking at Lychee expectantly, waiting for her to take her turn.

Lychee just stared. First at Raz, then at the green dress Raz held in her hand, which she now put out towards Lychee as if trying to tempt her into wearing it.

“I don't want to change into green,” she said finally. “I like my red clothes, Raz.”

Unperturbed, Raz tossed the dress carelessly onto her bed, disappeared into her closet for a few moments, and came out holding yellow overalls.

“How about these?” she asked.

Lychee shook her head. “No! Yellow overalls are weird. I just like red!”

“You're so picky,” Raz teased. " Fine - how about… this?“ As she said ‘this,’ she held up a plain pink dress with red roses on it. ”Come on, Lych, pink is so close to red! And look - it even has red roses on it!“

Lychee sighed. ”Fine,“ she relented, and gingerly took the dress from Raz. She stepped into the dressing room, looked back for a second as if hesitating, then disappeared.

When she came back out, she looked just the same as she always did - same dark hair, same brown eyes, but the only thing different was the frown on her face - and, of course, the dress.

”Well?“ she asked. ”How do I look?"

Raz clapped her hands.

UNFINISHED LOL