Hair dye // L. H
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Última publicación mar, mar 31, 2020
"Look, i got here first and i got my hands on this first, so sod off!" I shouted, not loosing my grip on the now scrunched box of Purple hair dye.
"And There are hundreds of convenient stores here in Sydney, go get yourself another pack! Or use another color!" He shouted, his blue eyes staring at me with annoyance.
"Go fuck yourself, Purple's not your color." I said letting go and throwing the box of hair dye on the floor, rolling my eyes at the blonde guy before paying for my things and exiting the store.
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