Day 12, Sentence 1:

Trixie was not so sure that even an Irish pixie – a real pixie, mind you and not just as a way of describing a certain beautiful friend of hers with black hair and violet colored eyes – could compete with a girl who looked and walked like an Indian princess – though, admittedly, Trixie’s experience with princesses, Indian or otherwise, was decidedly limited, or perhaps non-existent would be a better way of putting it, and perhaps her perception of what this supposed competition might entail was also rather lacking, or maybe just skewed by her perception of her own shortcomings in this particular arena, which, come to think of it, she wasn’t entirely sure she knew what that actually was, but anyway, the pixie versus unwanted cousin match was off due to lack of available pixies.