Change - Jack

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Change

Jack

Stupid Darius. It’s

all his fault that

I’m in this stupid

store, buying

some dye for

my hair. I’m

going to attempt

to dye my hair blonde.

I got some brown

contacts to change

my eye color so

that I look different.

I’m in a new rank

hotel, trying to dye

my own hair in this

disgusting bathtub.

I pray it works. I

can’t afford to go

to jail for years.

I look in the mirror

after it has finally

set. Shit. It’s not

blonde, but it’s

some shade of

brown that

reminds me of dirt.

Oh well, it

will have to do. I

dry my hair and

put in the contacts.

I really don’t look

like me at all, and

for a minute, it’s

like I forgot the

real me and why

I had to do this.

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