’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. This I have sworn to do—this I will do. ” She said, frozen to the floor where she stood. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. She was perfectly aware that the boy had gotten some sort of bug in his craw over her despite her sloppy, strange appearance. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. Then the storm broke.
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