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"You knowwwwwwww," Polly giggled, "I actually didn't die by burning."
Amira raised an eyebrow, "I probably could have guessed that."
"Soooooo I haven't experienced burning yet! And I totally would've been burnt for being a witch if I was in like Massachusetts or whatever because drugs are basically magic! And I've decided right now that I want to be burnt and I have a super hot like hot and also literally on fire girlfriend that can burn me! Pleeeeeeaase?"
"That is a sick idea!"
"Great!" Polly grabbed Amira's face and pulled her fiery hair to her chest.
"It's not very hot. Ummm look at Damien doing something stupid probably." She turned Amira's face in Damien's direction.
Amira's hair sextupled. "URGH I just want to punch his punchable face!" Her hair blasted all the way through Polly's chest, burning the wall 6 feet behind her.
"Heehee that tickles!" Polly jiggled Amira's head around, sharing the burn around her entire torso.
She released Amira's face, whose hair died down as she looked at her mildly warm girlfriend.
"That was fun! Next time you can burn my whole body!"
"You might be the first person to want my hair to burn you again."