I can't be sure yet, but I think my daughter changed her hair color this morning. As I dried it I thought she had some pretty sweet hightlights and marveled that they are hanging on from summer. After she skipped off to school, I noticed my bottle of Touch of Sun on the sink. All I need is a dark, empty room, a chair and a lamp. The truth shall set her free. Indeed.
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