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A war her touch frouest, little one" Breathing, blinking out of her trance, Claire took a step back as the iven her permission to cut your hair, should you wish it"

Looking down at the little instrument, Claire teased Maryanne "I don't trust her with these Everything will come out cockeyed"

From across the room, the woman blurted, "How hard could it be?"

Claire sodawful attempt ten years prior "That's what you said last tis took over two years to grow out"

She moved back to Maryanne and let the blonde trim her hair, fairly certain it would be terrible, and honestly not caring at all if it was The only thing about the interlude Claire cared about was the COMscreen Maryanne produced; full of photos of the Orin as he spoke to whoever was just outside the fra; diminutive, but there

Corday still had faith in her

Making sure not to look at hi, Claire set the COMscreen down and remained still as Maryanne snipped

When the cut was over, dark hair tousled, Maryanne assured in a playfully thick accent, "Very beautiful"

Handing her a pocket , "I don't need to see"

Maryanne shoved it back "It's not bad, Claire Take a look"

"I'm sure you did fine"

Maryanne kneas going on, could see through the cracks in her old friend's mask

Holding the a turned her head away "What is wrong with you?"

Moving the ht produced the sarabbed a fistful of hair and held Claire's head still, forcing the a's face "Open your eyes and look in the mirror, Claire!"