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Promys Elyse Hart 20 somethings Chicago, Illinois
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"Girl, are you laced?" Sanai asked, snapping Promys out of her thoughts.
"Probably." She stared at herself in the mirror before they both laughed.
"You just want me to do a ponytail?" Sanai started untying her hair.
"Yeah, or a bun. I just don't want it down." Promys explained, getting a nod in response.
"You look cute." Sanai complimented.
"Thank you." Promys adjusted the back of her shirt.
She had on a pink shirt that read "MARNI" in white lettering. Of course, she had it tied and tucked in the front. She wore Ksubi shorts, paired with ivory white Bapes.
"You got that belly button pierced and crop every shirt. Who you feeling like?" Sanai sprayed water through her hair.
"G, my shirts been cropped since first grade. This shit in me, not on me." Promys rolled her eyes playfully.
"Your accent so strong. You remind me of Star." Sanai rubbed hair milk into her scalp.
It was true. Both of them were born and raised in Chicago.
"Chicago don't got no accent." Promys mugged.
"I used to jack that too, but when I hear other people say certain shit, you can definitely tell they not from here." Sanai explained.
"Ion think we do."
"Why you never wear your natural hair? It's pretty as hell." Sanai slicked it back with a soft brush.
"It's too much. When I can just throw on a lace or rock some knotless..." Promys trailed off.
"Girl, your hair be baby-oil slick with only water. If you think that's a lot, imagine mine."
"I don't wanna imagine it. I'm very aware how easy I got it."
