The Short Hair Chronicles
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I don't really consider myself a tomboy, but everyone else seems to. I guess it's a label that appears when you're pretty darn athletic, obnoxiously loud, and, of course, have really short hair.
I can't say I really mind, though. Who cares if people sometimes mistake you for a dude? Who cares if they think you're in love with the lead cheerleader, despite making it clear you're not into chicks? Who cares if the guy you like has done all of the above?
Just... Who cares?
Well, definitely not me, that's for certain. My new lab partner seems to, though...
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