Kendra Taylor

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I do it quickly, not wanting her to have to endure this for long, and when I’m done, I lift the shaver to my own head, pushing it through my dark hair before she gets a chance to stop me. Her eyes widen as her jaw slackens. “NOAH!” she screeches. “What the hell are you doing?”
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