aimee? where'd you get the matches. you realize you sister still reads this, right? why were you lighting you hair on fire? i love you. please don't play with matches sweetie.
i won't tell anyone. i did that a couple of times sweetie. i'm just worried your going to do a lot of stupid stuff like i did. we are very much alike darling. i love you. can't wait to see you. love ya.
Don't feel so bad. After a Yule ritual we had in my friend's old store, I put my looong hair over the armrest/cushion of her couch. I thought someone had turned the heat up and was coming through an air grate below; nay, my hair was flaring up. Didn't realize the damage until a year or so later, when the friend who'd combed out my hair told me just HOW MUCH came out. Not noticable enough, though I smelled like burnt toast and smoke for about a week.
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And I won't play with them again. I threw the rest away. Please don't tell on me
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She is my sister.
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