The night before it happened, I was sitting behind my twelve-year-old daughter, brushing hair that reached almost to her waist.
Sophie had always loved her hair.
It was thick, brown and slightly wavy at the ends.
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The night before it happened, I was sitting behind my twelve-year-old daughter, brushing hair that reached almost to her waist.
Sophie had always loved her hair.
It was thick, brown and slightly wavy at the ends.
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