Secret Identity

Secret Identity

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Once I wake up in the morning, I take a nice bath, comb my hair, blow dry it then tie it up. Pin it down then put a wig on. A wig with long flowy blonde hair. It was the opposite of how my hair normally is. But that was the point. It had to be different. Because people weren't supposed to know who I was. I was undercover.
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I woke up in the morning, stretching tired out of every brain cell I still had left. Today I'm on my way to go put in an application at Tenessee University. I push my blonde hair up and out of my face, the roots untouched. They're currently brown needing to be touched up. My hair's long coming down to the bottom of my breasts. I adore having my hair, truly. Unfortunately though, part of it is the fact that it keeps falling in my face all the time. Consistently. So I decided to throw it up in a messy bun for now. Like I had done millions of times. Even earned myself a lot of views on TikTok, doing a tutorial on TikTok for the style. First things first I decided to clean up my home from the day before. Children's toys everywhere from my niece. As well as ice cream spoons and ice cream tubs near the couch. As well as my bed. From my nightly breakdown.

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