Number 5 ★

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He'd often ask me to braid his hair, because I was pretty good at that.

His hair was so fluffy.

He'd always say, he's sorry for his damaged hair and at some point I agreed with him, but in the beginning... I'd never wanted to let go again.

And in some crazy way, while I ran my fingers through his hair, I forgot my desire to vomit.

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