Stop looking at it," Cole commanded. "Focus on walking."

I turned to face him and he raised an eyebrow at my appearance. "What is it?" I said.

He bit his lip. "It's okay. I always thought you should have short hair."

My hand flew up to the side of my head. I felt brittle, curly strands that fell away as I touched them.

Autore: Brodi Ashton

Stop looking at it," Cole commanded. "Focus on walking." <br /><br />I turned to face him and he raised an eyebrow at my appearance. "What is it?" I said. <br /><br />He bit his lip. "It's okay. I always thought you should have short hair." <br /><br />My hand flew up to the side of my head. I felt brittle, curly strands that fell away as I touched them. - Brodi Ashton


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