Chapter Twenty-six
Quincy doesn’t have many friends her age. The only friends she has were her parents. The people that raised her as she was now. Her other friends were natures. And the animals living among it. She put lotion everywhere on her body, while she was in a deep thought. After that, her hair was already dried up on its own. She didn’t need to use a hair dryer. Since, it would mostly damage her hair. It’s strange though for her. She’s starting to grow. Grow a little bit of maturity. Her mother didn’t buy her a bra. Her mother believes she doesn’t need one. Since, most of her clothes she made had a tank top bra attached to it. She put on a lovely tank top. It was a midnight purple tank top bra. Except the tank top bra is also a crop top. If she raises her hands up, her belly button would show. She
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