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"Why does your hair look like that?" I ask as I reach her. It was quite difficult as she was speed walking like her ass was on fire.
She jumps a bit, scaring both of us. Which is weird since she should have been able to identify my scent and know that I was following her.
"Where did you come from? I thought I asked you to leave me alone?" She gritted out.
"I am so glad I did not listen to you, why do you look like you got electrocuted whilst straightening your hair with the curling iron, And then somehow burnt the house and managed to escape with a blackened face, neck and arms."
She stops walking, turned to face me, a look of pure horror on her blackened face.
"Tell me you are joking."
"unfortunately not, look at everyone is looking at you, how can't you feel their stares boring into your back?"
