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Dylan Montgomery - "Its okay," he reassured her. "I don't think they would've been very friendly either way," |
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"Probably not." She mused. She leaned into him, relaxing. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan practically melted into her, playing with her hair. |
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"You mind braiding my hair? I hate havin' it down, I don't wear buns, and ponytails get tiring." She asked. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan nodded, "Of course. One or two?" |
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"Either or, no preference." She stated. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan nodded and started braiding her hair into a single long braid down her back. When he was done, he didn't have a hair tie. "Do you have a hair tie?" |
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She nodded, pulling a hair tie off her wrist. "Here." She stated. |
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Dylan Montgomery - Dylan took the hair tie from her and finished the braid. "There you go," |
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"Thank you." She stated. "I appreciate it." |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
