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She then drew back and looked down at her mother, "How are you, Mom?"
"Good," Ara replied. Then her gaze caught on her daughter’s hair. “I am happy to see you didn't color your hair again.” If there was one thing Ginger felt insecure about, it was her hair. Ara was happy to see that she was embracing her natural traits.
"I am thinking about dying them blue," Ginger replied, serious.
"Not blue," Ara refused, aghast.
"Red suits you. You're a walking disaster anyway. People need a warning," Nate teased with a smirk.
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