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New Calypso

Calypso

Reid sat in my house as he brought a compelled hair stylist to the cabin. When did I start thinking this house was mine? He looked confused but sat quietly and watched as my white blonde hair fell to the floor. My father was speaking to the coven, and he didn't want me to be alone, so he sent Reid to watch me. I told him I needed a haircut and no questions asked, and they showed up here. But, again, he sat silently, watching me closely for reasons I couldn't help but wonder what they were.

"So why are you cutting your hair?" He questioned, finally at least asking one of the many questions that I am sure were on his mind. One of his dark eyebrows raised as he asked the question; he was so handsome in a dashing way. I read way too many shirt-tearing romance novels growing up clearly.

Rolling my eyes at him, I was not annoyed with him but with my situation. "I can't stand the person who cut it and want nothing that she has created on me," I say bitterly, feeling like a pathetic g
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