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Joseph stopped fixing the collar of the shirt identical to mine and approached. He pulled the bun out of my hair and undid it, trying to stroke the curly and rebellious strands of my hair from the root to the ends. Then he pulled something out of his pocket that had the shape of a sphere, opened it and wet his fingers with a paste, then started rubbing the ends of my hair with his palms together.

"I'm always carrying some gel in my pocket," he said as he watched my shock in front of the mirror. "It won't make the curls very beautiful, but at least it will tame all that volume a little. And... tchanran... You're not so decadent.”

Truth be told, my hair was less hedgehog than before, although they were still a little rebellious. However, my clothes were still horrible, and I knew I wouldn't feel at all comfortable in a sector I've never been in, and in front of the bosses of each sector who hated me, including Meredith. If I didn't like Joseph so much, I would have jumped out of the ele