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But then, I just could not help it. He makes me weak. And I don’t really like this part of myself. “Do you want me to help you?” My mother’s voice hovered over my thoughts and I quickly turned around from where I sat infront of my vanity mirror with my hands busied with styling my hair for my gig tonight at the pub. She was probably referring to the tangles of strands that I had been trying to fix for a long while now until I had been drowned by stuffs about Taiyo. I immediately gave her a small smile and nodded, turning around on my chair to let her do my hair. She approached slowly and reached out her hands as I felt her fingers gently maneuvered around the heaps of hair on my head. She motioned me to face the vanity mirror again and I did. Our eyes met from the reflection and she s
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