Red haute by Trace

Red haute by Trace # Taking out my rollers, I shake my short blond hair letting my curls fall in a loose wave. I never comb out lest the frizz attach itself to my fine hair.    There is a mixture of excitement and terror revealing itself in the sheer chaos which hit my powder room. ...

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