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She had toyed with the idea of dyeing her hair that same color—but the hairdresser had made a face, and said her single, beautiful braid would get lost against the fabric. “Silver!” he had suggested. “Oh, how striking that would be!” And so Marie took the advice.
Gleanings (Arc of a Scythe)
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