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Snip.
One tuft of hair fell to the floor.
Snip. Snip. Snip.
Several others joined, scattering at my feet in a haphazard cluster. I stared at myself in the mirror, hair cut erratically in my daze. Disgusting — I love it.
I didn’t care in the moment if it looked ugly. It was short, and it was mine .
I didn’t have, and still don’t have, anything left to lose.
Mom and Dad already don’t approve of me. Juliana — she abandoned me.
All I’ve got left to fight for now is myself.
I met my own gaze. “My name is Florian Valero.”
