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Molly squinted at the back of the bottle, dubiously.
It was getting late. Arthur would be arriving any minute. Her hair still looked like a mop!
She slathered the Sleekeasy's potion into her hair, hands working in frantic motion. Red kinks became waves and curls.
Once the coiff was done, she finished dressing and put some effort into her makeup -- especially her lips.
Something wasn't right. The smell of smoke from downstairs reminded her dinner -- was burning!
She bolted downstairs praying she wouldn't need a Time Turner.
Checking the oven, Molly groaned; their first big dinner would be take-away