Quinn studied herself in the mirror. Her black roots were showing. The vibrant blue hair that she’d maintained for years was quickly fading. It was funny how quickly priorities changed. She didn’t care much about makeup or hair dye anymore. Blue was her favorite color, but that wasn’t the real reason why she’d kept it dyed. She stared at the black roots until her eyes blurred. With her dark hair, everyone used to say how much she looked like Octavia Riley. Her meth-head mother was the last person she’d wanted to resemble. Now Octavia was dead. Now it didn’t matter. She didn’t miss her mother.
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