Quincy & Malaika.. if y'all see this, I'm so sorry!
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re·mem·brance
/rəˈmembrəns/
noun
the action of remembering something.
"a flash of understanding or remembrance passed between them"
You will remember her...
Baby, I don't understand this.. You're changing, I can't stand it
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"Woah." Everyone, including Quincy, said in unison as I walked into our Black Ivy hair salon. I was back in Atlanta because I had more business down here that I needed to take care of as another job to keep me distracted from my underlying issues.. issues that would of course follow me anyways, but a girl could still try. Plus, I knew that now would be the only time I would get work done here so I figured I'd capitalize.
Yes, I colored my hair to a little honey blonde and cut it a little bit. I did it because I wanted to switch it up, I wanted something different, something that spoke to me and something that screamed change. I had a fuck it mentality about it, it really wasn't that big of a deal to me because I knew it would grow back and eventually regain it's color but everyone else wasn't that lighthearted about it.
Especially not Quincy..
He was sat in a salon chair, getting his hair Dutch braided by my sister, but once he saw my different hair.. he instantly gave me an unreadable look :
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I gave everyone dirty, what are you looking at? looks as I walked past all of them to get to the back of the salon.
