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− | "Your hayloft business is safe with me," I grinned wryly back at her. "I grew up with four brothers, remember? I spent years watching them mooning or competing over some girl or other. Or walking in on them doing something they really shouldn't. Or at least, shouldn't've been doing where they could be found doing it." I shook my head and sighed over the follies of hormonal teen males and added, "I'm just glad they stopped yanking my braids. There's a reason I keep my hair short that's got nothing to do with machine safety. Gettin' long," I added. "I should get Christian cut it for me before we leave." | + | "Your hayloft business is safe with me," I grinned wryly back at her. "I grew up with four brothers, remember? I spent years watching them mooning or competing over some girl or other. Or walking in on them doing something they really shouldn't. Or at least, shouldn't've been doing where they could be found doing it." I shook my head and sighed over the follies of hormonal teen males and added, "I'm just glad they stopped yanking my braids. There's a reason I keep my hair short that's got nothing to do with machine safety. "Gettin' long," I added. "I should get Christian cut it for me before we leave." |
I ran my fingers through it as I said it. It had been over a year and a half since it had a proper barbering. Since Miranda, in fact. | I ran my fingers through it as I said it. It had been over a year and a half since it had a proper barbering. Since Miranda, in fact. |