Chapter 28 I Plead Guilty to the Crime of Box Dye

Isadora

“Alright, let’s get you in this chair and start working out this box dye,” Ms Monique says, picking at a strand of my hair and cringing at it. “How much box dye is in this?”

I shrug. “A box a month or so for a year.”

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus.” She curses under her breath, then reaches for a...

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