"I shaved my head."
"Holy shit. I can see that."
"Yeah."
"Are you still going to school tomorrow?"
"Yeah. . . Why not?"
"I mean, it's a big change."
"I know. And?"
"Aren't you worried about other people's reactions to it?"
"Yes. . . No. . . I don't know?"
"Revara."
"What?"
"You're pretty fucking reckless."
"Hey! Don't swear!"
"Fucking reckless."
". . ."
"Are you pouting?"
". . ."
"Anyway, you still going to prom?"
"Yeah, maybe. I don't know. I'm thinking of going with my friends."
"Well, that's way better than that asshole."
"Yep."
"Can I. . . feel your head?"
"Dude, that's awkward."
"I know. Can I or not?"
". . ."
"Don't look at me like that! I'm your little brother! I'm curious of what a bald head feels like! Revara!"
"Yeah, you can."
". . ."
". . ."
"This feels unnatural."
"Yeah, I know."
"So fucking smooth."
"It's amazing, right?"
"Holy shit, yes."
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Trich
Short StoryA dialogue-only story about Revara [who suffers from a severe case of trichotillomania] and her [sort-of supportive] younger brother, Reese. _______________________ Cover by me :D Revara speaks with normal font. Reese speaks with italics. Book One o...
