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Katie

“Okay, so I know it looks bad, but everyone gets locks of hair in the ht?”

Norah crosses her arlares at me “That’s not funny”

I force a smile and throw up my hands “I mean, it seems pretty normal to me”

“Stop Come on, Katie”

“I’ life is public I’ve been getting stuff like this forever, and now it’s suddenly a big deal?”

Norah sighs and sits down in the chair across froet up and run away at any second

“Listen, I know this sucks It really, really sucks But soraphs of the inside of your house along with locks of hair that looks insanely like your own Aren’t you at least a little scared?”

I shrug again and s

Okay, I know, I’er I live et any privacy at all In exchange, I get fame and money and all that crap

But the idea of so head makes me want to vomit everywhere

I can’t ad to make my life even harder than it already is Whatever tiny little bit of freedoet flushed down the toilet She’ll stifle it with annoyingly silent ar around every corner, enhanced security protocols, all that absurd crap I’ve avoided it so far by being obnoxiously against it, but I can feel the tides turning

“I’m not worried,” I force myself to say

“Well, I aht wind of the story and it’s all over the internet now So we’re doing so about it”

I can’t help but laugh a little bit Of course she’s ree with her, but still

She stands up suddenly, like a spooked bird “I know it’s messed up,” she admits “But you know the reality we live in”

“Yeah, yeah, I know Trade your soul for an ounce of fame”

She glares at ue