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"Why isn't Barbie a brunette?" "Because it's Barbie, she's been blonde since the fifties." "You're blonde." "Yup." I glanced at the row of highlighter pink plastic boxes as we looked through the Girl's aisle at Wal-Mart. The fluorescent lights beat down on us and the neon glare had begun to hurt my eyes. "She has blue eyes too, just like you." "My eyes aren't blue, they're gray." "Blue." "Gray!" I promised my little sister that I would pick her up a toy from Wal-Mart when I came down from college for the holiday season. I had to admit, her method of inquiry was beginning to grate on my nerves. I loved her, but it had been non-stop si