"May I ask what your name is?" A tall and blonde woman asks. "Oh! Please forgive me! I'm asking for your name when I haven't even told you mine yet! I'm Julie," she says. Her dirty blonde hair is tied back in a bun, and her eyes are deep blue. You get a feeling that she was someone who was really friendly and helpful. She looks down and flips through a big black binder that she has on her desk. She mutters something to herself and then checks something on her laptop. She looks back at you with a Sharpie in one hand, and a blue 'Hello, My Name Is' name tag in the other. "I also need to know your age. If you are wondering about mine, then I will not lie. I'm 22. And I need to know what gender you are," she says, blushing. She returns to her normal color and smiles at you. You smile back and you tell her your name, age, and gender.
(To tell Julie your name, age, and gender, comment on this blog post.)
Julie grins. "Well, that's all you need to do. Feel free to start training and doing all that other stuff." You nod and stick the name tag on your shirt before thanking Julie and heading off for the forest.
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