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her hands trembled while
gripping her hair . . . with a
scissor on her other hand.

❝ this app really knows
what i can't and will never do,❞
she sarcastically said.

she was about to cut
her hair, when she
remembered something.

a memory which was
stopping her from doing
this madness.

❝ lia, i really love your hair.

it reminds me of myself
when i was young.
please take care of your
hair. even when i die.❞

❝ surely grandma, i will
always take care of my hair.
i will also make this long. i
promise! and i don't break
promises!❞

no, i—i can't.

after a few seconds, her
phone vibrated. she then
checked it . . .

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