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Biting into the apple, my eyes fall on the box Abram had given me. I reach down and pick it up in my spare hand. It's made of a dark wood the color of tanned honey with a pink flower in the middle, delicately painted with white bleeding on the edges. The lid slides out, and it reveals a thick cloth tube with a metal head. I pick it up and feel its contents squish around beneath my fingers. I pull out the cork out of the top and gently squeeze the middle. A substance like thick poop squirts out.
Gross.
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In case you're curious, that would be hair dye.
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§Emma
haha, nice. It's been great having you as a cabinmate, good luck, we'll all be here to cheer you on.
ReplyDeleteYay! Hello, surprised you found this. I'll do my best to cheer you guys on too!
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