“For the last time, will you
please stop touching my
hair?”

"You certain it’s your hair?
My magic’s telling me ‘tis
something akin to Chenille.”
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I forged myself from a wreckage of stars.
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“For the last time, will you
please stop touching my
hair?”

"You certain it’s your hair?
My magic’s telling me ‘tis
something akin to Chenille.”
