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I looked good

Tired, but good

My h a little white due to the stress and blood loss, was getting its color back My ar under a sweatshirt offora pair of s that she’d probably never be getting back

To top it all off, my hair was a wet mess down my back

That’d been the one thing she’d forgotten about My hair

So instead of being dry thanks to a blow dryer, it was freezing cold and sticking todown my back

My hair was about two inches shy of being to my butt crack, and it was incredibly easy to take care of As long as you dried it

When you let it loose to dry, it always resely nest of rats that Adam liked to call ‘scarecrow straw’

He’d been calling it that since ere young, and to avoid thatin my power to make sure that my hair was dried properly

Today, I didn’t get that choice

“Baby,” e papers are on the table”

I caht He’d otten lucky with the lights, and ridden a little bit faster than he should have

“Sir, do you have her car here still?” Laric asked my dad

Dad, who had one foot out the door already, cursed “Fuck No I took it home”

He looked pained “And I rode my fuckin’ bike”

Meaning, there was no way for et home unless I wanted to hitch a ride from someone else

“I’ll call one of the boys,” Dad said as he reached for his phone

“No” I shook my head “I’ll ride on Laric’s bike…” I trailed off and looked at Laric “If that’s okay?”