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“You have short blonde hair.”
“Oh...I have short blonde hair...” she remarks, her long brown hair shortening until it now rests not much farther past her shoulders before becoming golden and curly. You are shocked for a minute before you remember she always had beautiful short blonde hair, not recalling reality being different.
“You aren’t a natural blonde.”
“I’m not a n-natural b-blonde,” Ms. Taylor adds quickly, her roots returning to their darker, brown color. While you weren’t big on hair dye, you did think she looked more youthful and radiant as a blonde. When she started to dye it a few years ago, you could tell she was in love with the color.
“Ms. Taylor, you are wearing a sexy red dress.”
“I’m wearing...a...a...” she says with hesitation. Your head starts to hurt; why would she be in a dress? And why is Kurt stroking his...penis?
“You are wearing a sexy red dress.”
“I’m wearing a sexy red dress,” she says sensuously, glaring at her stunning heels, jewelry, and red dress with a bit too short of a hem for your tastes. Your new memories remind you that Ms. Taylor often wore dresses even when she was home alone because she loved the feeling of having them on. She always told you it’s alright to flaunt, but you never really jumped on that bandwagon.