Chapter 49
Arlo I quickly rub the blood off my face with the sleeve of my shirt, making myself look somewhat presentable. f**k, who am I kidding? I look terrible with my clothes soaked in blood. And the background scenery isn’t any better, but I cannot avoid this call. She’ll murder me. My cellphone speakers blare with the shriek of excitement. “Arlooo.” A smile crosses my lips. That innocent little voice gets me every time. “Hello there, stranger,” I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes, “Did you finally let Miss Abby cut your hair?” “Yes,” Rosie chirps. She does an adorable little pose with her hand under her chin and bats her eyelashes, showing off her now shoulder-length hair. “Do I look…” “Amazingly beautiful,” I return before she can ask, “But of course you already knew that.”
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