Later, she’d blame her hands for momentarily taking on a mind of their own and snipping. At least for once, it wasn’t her mouth getting her into trouble. However, instigating it didn’t mean she’d stay to face the consequences. Not when the big guy looked fit to kill. Listening to her sense of preservation, which screamed, “Run, you idiot!”, Kira dropped her scissors and bolted. Out the front door of the barbershop she streaked, barely noting the gaped mouths of the other patrons, as well as those of her uncle and cousin who also worked there. The street noise proved varied and chaotic—engines
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