L. Kelly, J. ThorneOnly girls who’ve entered society wear their hair up, and I find myself frozen with envy at the sight of Tess’s, curled, spilling around her shoulders. I will always have to wear my hair like this now. A chocolate drop. No going back. © Copyright: Ирина Ачкасова 2, 2025.
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