ANGIE
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"Are you sure about this?" Oliver asked for the umpteenth time. "You're just gonna cut off all your hair."
"I'm not cutting off all my hair Oliver," I rolled my eyes, surprised that I had to clarify that to him.
He has never been one to repeatedly ask questions—it was actually a pet peeve of his—but I figured that my decision genuinely threw him for a loop.
Though, it was pretty nonsensical of him to continue asking me, since he'd already texted his mother to book an appointment at the hair salon she frequented.
Falling prey to Oliver's psychological challenge and stepping out of my style comfort zone has left me feeling rather inspired.
It was that unsettling urge to do something different with your life; to get a tattoo or a belly ring or, in my case, a haircut. My soul wouldn't rest until I'd fulfilled that desire and I knew that from experience.
It was the very reason why I dyed my hair so often.
And now that I'd gotten a taste of something so fresh, so exciting, I found myself desperate to reach that high again.
"I just don't want you making any decisions you might regret," Oliver conceded, shuffling some of the bags in his hands. Maybe, he'd have less trouble balancing them all if he allowed me to hold at least one.
"Oliver, I've dyed my hair a different colour almost every week since you've known me. Do I look like the type of person to regret any hair-related decisions?"
He grew quiet for a second as we walked. "Well, don't take this to heart, but the neon green you did a few weeks ago is definitely one I'd see myself regretting."
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