“I finished braiding Sophie’s hair. Looks pretty cute, if I say so myself. I told her I’d leave my number so you can call me in case of another braiding emergency.” I let out a sound that’s halfway between a sigh and a growl. Her eyes widen in that way girls do when they’re tired of your bullshit, and she raises both hands. “Oookaay. Welp. I guess I’ll just wait for her to come knocking on my door the next time a hair emergency strikes. And for the record?” She pokes a finger toward me. “This isn’t about pity or feeling sorry for you or,” she waves her hand around, “whatever stupid thing
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