Matchy matchy

Liza's coat matches her bike. Not in a hue way, but in a monochromatic way.

I learned yesterday that she didn't really care for the matchy matchy (and that's what it's called: when you match colors across clothing/accessories/etc) at first. But now she does.

The reason behind the change of mind is good, but she explicitly told me I couldn't share it. But I can say, without giving anything away, that Liza is one of those rare types that is genuinely happy and comfy in her own skin.

I can also say that people like me need people like her very close by.

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