Henrietta The sun was beginning to set when Chloe asked that she treat my hair. She said it's been a while since she last did it, but I knew it hasn't even been up to a week. She would make up anything just to be with me and avoid other choirs done by the other maids and I let her, especially when Gwendolyn seizes it as an opportunity to torment and abuse her. "Gwendolyn parades herself with one red head that arrived in Odyssey along with the pack." Chloe said, "they seem to get along so well. It's even as if they think alike." She added. "Hmm, really?" I replied in an uninterested tone but knowing how she would bug me after such a reply, I added, "for anyone to walk with my sister, you're either like her, her or think like her." "Birds of a feather, mhm," she replied, without taking her eyes off the collection of hair treatment bottles. "Oil, comb, brush, ointment, don't see the difference. Petals and incense," Chloe listed in a sing-song voice, holding up each item as she iden
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