" Well, you do have all those gray hairs." I point to the few silver strands coming through.
"They're not gray," Mom barks at me as she opens her door. "They're strands of glittery goodness. "

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" Well, you do have all those gray hairs." I point to the few silver strands coming through."They're not gray," Mom barks at me as she opens her door. "They're strands of glittery goodness. "