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Dinner is going to be something new again. Dante said that he wants to make me a steak dinner with baked potatoes. He asked how I like my steak and at my blank look he just chuckled and said he would make it the right way then. Now, I am trying to decide how I would like my hair done if I were to go and get a haircut. I cannot imagine short hair but maybe I should go that far? Time for a whole new me. I am sick of being the girl that does not belong and that lived in the woods. It is time to find who I am. Maybe shorter is better. Not short short like I saw some of the women wearing. Maybe just shoulder length or so. There is one that I saw at the pack dinner the other night that I liked. It was shorter in the back and longer in the front. 

I look into the mirror in the bathroom and I do not fully recognize myself. I have little ears that my mother used to call fairy ears, a nose to match but nice, full lips. My hair is the same red of my cardinal and reaches almost all