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She pouted. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun. Your hair can match your toes, and you can take some of my shirts that probably match, too.”

I grinned. “You mean you have shirts that aren’t pastel colors?”

Allison’s face fell. “Ha. Ha. Ha. Jerk.”

Michael chuckled. “Maybe just some under-the-hair highlights, then? You know, so when you wear it down, you can’t see them. But when you wear your ponytails, you can?”

I furrowed my brow. “How do you know so much about all this shit?”

He groaned. “Mom.”

Allison giggled. “Well, if you don’t want to you don’t have to. But you’d look hot with them.”

I sighed. “Why don’t we dye your hair, then?”

Allison’s eyes widened. “And deal with the wrath of my mother? Not a chance. You know how she feels about hair dye. Ever since she had that reaction a few years back, she’s been on that all-natural healthy-everything kick. If she came back to me with dyed hair, she’d probably disown me.”

Michael scoffed. “I hate to admit I even know this, but there are all-natura