CHAPTER 21
TW: ATTEMPTED SEXUAL ASSAULT
Fergus and Marsali, who were staying a couple lodges down from Jamie, Claire and Skylar, arrived about a half hour after Jamie and Claire left. They walked in and saw Skylar laying on the bed. They tried to talk to her, but she was giving barely one word answers, so they stopped talking and just sat in the room with her to keep her company.
Skylar shot up when she heard the door open again, assuming it was Jamie and Claire coming back. Instead, it was Lesley and Hayes with Claire. Claire looked horribly distressed and upset as the men sat her on the bed. She explained what had happened at the slave market; the people that were referred to as savages and kept in cages, and the man she saw being auctioned off as if he was cattle. She had attacked the auctioneers and caused a fight to break out. Jamie had sent her back with Hayes and Lesley while he took care of the situation.
Seeing how awfully Claire had been affected by the slave market, Skylar felt a little relieved that she ended up not going.
Jamie returned a short time later, and Claire unhesitatingly asked what had happened. Feeling uncomfortable, he asked Fergus, Marsali, Lesley and Hayes to leave them. He let Skylar stay since he knew it would just cause another argument if he didn't.
When it was just the three of them, he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Claire. Kneeling on the bed behind her, Skylar looked over her shoulder as she opened it. It read "Received of Claire Fraser, the sum of 20 pounds sterling, being in full for the purchase of a Negro slave named Temeraire." Jamie had bought the slave that Claire caused the near riot over.
"We have to free him," Claire stated, making it clear there was no way around that.
"Aye, we do," Jamie agreed. "But we canna release him in Kingston. He'll just be captured again. At least with us, he'd be cared fer."
"What if I tear this up? Then he'd just be a companion," Claire asked. The idea of owning another human for any amount of time made her feel vile.
"Well, then ye'll have no proof he's yers." Jamie sat down next to Claire and went on, "He'd have no proof. By law, someone else could claim him."
"That's so disgusting," Skylar commented. "I just don't understand how anyone can think owning another human being like a piece of property is at all okay. He's a person!"
"This is a nightmare," Claire said, handing the Bill of Sale back to Jamie.
"We'll think of something. I promise," he said to both women, sincerely meaning it. He hated the thought of being a slave owner as well and wanted to be able to help Temeraire. "We'll keep him safe. Take him with us and set him free when it means he truly can be. In the meantime, I've accepted MacIver's invitation te the governor's reception tenight."
"What? Why?" Skylar exclaimed. "We don't have time to go to a party right now."
"The slaves from the Bruja were purchased by the governor's household. They may ken what's become of Young Ian. I wasna sure they'd trust me, but they may trust him." He stood up and set the Bill of Sale on the bed, pointing to Temeraire's name. Skylar sat back on her heels. It sounded like a good plan. She just wished there was a way they could do that without going to the party. It seemed too much like a fun event on a vacation than a way to find Ian.
Later that night, after she and Jamie were dressed, Claire helped Skylar finish getting ready to go to the ball. She had given the girl one of her dresses from Paris to wear. It was made out of a royal purple colored satin and had sleeves that went to just below her elbow and flared out at the end. It had a semi-deep triangle cut in the front but had a ruffled chiffon of the same color placed behind it to keep her covered. It was a corset back and the length just brushed the floor.
Skylar stared at herself in the mirror as Claire finished the laces. It was a beautiful dress and she felt comfortable in it. But she felt wrong wearing it right now.
"This dress looks absolutely stunning on you. So much more than it ever did on me," Claire said, putting her hands on the girl's shoulders.
Talking to Claire through their reflections in the mirror, she responded saying, "I hate this. Not the dress. The dress is gorgeous. I meant I hate that I have to wear it. I know that we're only going to this thing because it's going to help us find Ian, but it just doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel right to be getting dressed up and going to a fancy party when he's here. He's right here, somewhere, going through God only knows what."
"Believe me, I understand what you're feeling. It's almost like you're betraying him by doing something that might be enjoyable while he could be in trouble?" Skylar looked down. That was exactly how she felt. "But you're right. This party and the people there are what's going to help us get closer to knowing where Ian is. Hopefully the governor will know something and Temeraire will be able to find out anything he can." Jamie and Claire had talked to Temeraire earlier that day. They told him they had no intention of owning him and wanted to free him as soon as they were in a place safe to do so. They only asked of him that he go with them to the ball that night and talk to the other slaves to see if they had heard anything regarding Ian's whereabouts. "And as soon as we have what we need, we're leaving the party and doing whatever we need to do to find him." Skylar closed her eyes and took a breath, then looked back at Claire in the mirror. "Can I help you do your hair?" Skylar nodded. She plaited Skylar's hair in a wide French braid that went to the side and draped over her shoulder, leaving small curls hanging free around her face. She also added a much smaller and thinner braid going across the top of her head. When she was done, Skylar turned from the mirror to face her.
"Oh, Skylar," she said, looking at her. "You look…what was that word that you told me? The one you and kids your age in your time use to say that someone looks really good or beautiful."
Skylar thought for a second, then laughed when she remembered.
"Um, a-a snack?"
"Right, that was it. I still do not understand that one, but if that's how your generation says you look gorgeous, then you are a snack, Skylar."
The teen bit her lip to keep from laughing out loud at hearing Claire use that word. It was so awkward but very endearing for Claire to try to use her Gen Z words.
"Thank you, Claire. God, hearing you saying 'snack' just reminds me of my mom. She was obsessed with using my generation's slang. She especially loved calling things a bop, or saying something slaps." She chuckled, remembering. "She could never quite figure out how to use them exactly right. Like, if I was wearing a nice outfit, she would say my outfit is a bop. Or she would forget that slaps is a good thing and would say things like, 'this traffic is so heavy. It really slaps.' But sometimes I thought she was using them wrong just to make me laugh." She then got quiet for a moment. "I-I'm sorry for just rambling like that," she added faintly.
"Don't apologize. I've rarely heard you talk about your mum. Do you miss her?"
Skylar nodded. "Horribly and every day. Even more so now than during those two years after she died in 2017."
"From losing your mother and having to live in that foster home, then time travelling and everything that's come with it, you've been through the unthinkable for just being 16. You're so incredibly strong and resilient, Skylar. I hope you can see that."
"I'm 17, actually."
"Oh. Jamie had told me that you said you-"
"My birthday was on December 9th. I'm 17 now."
"Why didn't you tell anyone?"
She shrugged. "It was around the time everything started. It didn't seem like the right time to celebrate it and I didn't want the attention."
"Well, for your 18th, we will make sure it is extra special and worthy of two birthdays."
When they were ready, Skylar and Claire went outside to meet Jamie. He had gone back to the ship to get Willoughby and he rented carriages. The carriages were already parked in front of their lodge. Skylar rode in one with Jamie and Claire while Fergus and Marsali, who were attending the reception as well, went with Willoughby in the other.
The drive to the governor's mansion took around 20 minutes. If Jamie or Claire had been trying to talk to Skylar during the ride, she didn't hear them. She just stared out the window the entire time, not saying anything.
She was so zoned out that she didn't even realize they had arrived until Jamie said, "Skylar?" She turned her head to him and saw he was standing outside the door, holding his hand out to her to help her out. She took his hand and he led her down the steps to the ground. "Show my, uh, manservant te the slaves' quarters where he may be of service," he requested of one of the slaves who had been assigned to help with arriving guests.
"Yes, sir," the man answered, nodding deeply.
"Find us when ye have news," Jamie said to Temeraire as he started to follow the slave.
"Please, the moment you do," Skylar added.
"I will," he said, looking to both of them, then continuing on.
Skylar heard footsteps coming towards them. She looked and saw Fergus, Marsali and Willoughby join them.
"So, do I look like a Scottish provocateur?" Jamie asked them. He was wearing an elegant navy blue jacket and a vest underneath it that was beautifully embroidered with gold and blue thread, and gold buttons running down it. His pants matched his jacket, and he wore a wig which reminded Skylar of pictures of the Founding Fathers.
"No, ye look like a Dandy," Marsali told him.
"Is that a good thing?" Skylar questioned.
"She means I look like a man of importance and high society," he explained. "Hopefully that means I'll blend in fine here."
"Ah. Well, I think the wig definitely adds to that," Skylar teased. She gave him a small grin and he smiled back, willing to take any mockery of his wig, which he thought looked ridiculous as well, if it helped to ease her mind.
"I think he looks more like a Frenchman," Fergus said.
"The same thing," Willoughby jokingly commented.
Fergus chuckled at that then went on, "No one will be looking at you anyway, Milord, not once they've had an eyeful of Mr. Willoughby."
"Well, that's why he's here. A distraction," Jamie responded. He took Claire's hand and started to lead their group inside the estate.
"You look breathtaking, ma soeur," Fergus said to Skylar as they followed.
"You don't look too bad yourself, mon frère. You might actually pass for a gentleman."
Fergus had borrowed one of Jamie's outfits from their time in Paris, a dark green velvet jacket with silver buttons and matching pants and shirt. A white handkerchief was tied neatly around his neck and his hair was put into a ponytail.
"Do you not think, though, that your neckline may be a little too low?" he stated more so than actually asking her opinion.
Skylar laughed and shook her head. "Um, Marsali's is much more low cut than mine is."
Claire had given Marsali one of her dresses to wear that night as well. It was a brown satin with large teal and gold stones and leaves around the neckline which turned into matching colored ribbon down the front. The sleeves were wide at the ends like Skylar's, but hers were trimmed with lace. And Skylar was right. You could see more of Marsali's chest than of hers. Fergus was just playing his role of protective big brother, and if she had any amount of cleavage showing, it was too much.
"I think she looks lovely," Marsali defended. "Ye should ask Claire if ye can hold onte that dress. I'm sure Ian would love te see ye in it." She gave her a playful look and Skylar just blushed.
They walked inside into a large entryway where, when you looked up, the ceiling looked like it was a mile above you. There were giant white pillars on either side standing in front of deep red walls, and there were so many plants that Skylar nearly felt they were still outside. They had to stand in line to greet the new governor before they could enter the actual ball. So as they stood, Skylar continued to look around at the details of the room. There was a candelabra nearly every foot on the walls which brought the image of Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast to her head. There were slaves lined up against the walls every few feet, each one wearing the same kind of wig nearly every man attending had on as well and were in a cheaper looking version of the fancy clothes everyone else wore. They were all standing completely still, not showing any emotion on their faces or making any sort of eye contact with the guests. It made Skylar's blood boil. She never had and never would understand how the color of someone's skin made a person lesser than to others.
Jamie seemed to be thinking the same thing. "When does it end?" he asked Claire. "The slave trade?"
"Not for another 70 years in the British Empire and 100 in America," she answered.
"And what is it like in the 21st Century? Are those who are Black treated any more humanely?" Jamie directed to Skylar.
"I wish so bad that I could say yes, that everyone is seen as equal and treated fairly. But unfortunately, they're not. I mean, major strides were made. Obviously, we don't have slavery, Black men and women are able to vote, run for political offices, have many many more job opportunities and freedoms; but it's still a very dangerous and difficult world to live in for people of color." When the Black Lives Matter movement had started in 2013, Skylar was only 10 years old and didn't fully understand what it was. She had grown up as a middle class young white girl. She had experienced sexism starting a young age when she got catcalled for the first time at just 11 years old or when teachers in elementary school asked for "strong boys" to help carry or move things. But the first time she ever witnessed racism wasn't until she was 15. She had just been walking on the sidewalk with her friend Alana, who was African American, and some random man, who neither of them knew, yelled the n-word out of his window to Alana as he drove past them. Skylar had gotten furious and wanted to chase that man down and call the police on him. But Alana told her that would do nothing but make the matter worse. The police would take his side and would see her as a threat and likely hurt her. She said that things like this happened all the time and she just tried to not let each one affect her. That moment had made Skylar realize just how much advantage and privilege she had in this world because of the color of her own skin, and she felt so ashamed that she had never noticed what so many people around her, including her very good friend, were living through.
It made Skylar burning mad remembering it. She wanted to hope that in the year she had been gone, things may have started to change for the better. But she doubted it.
"Where did you find him?" a voice spoke, bringing Skylar out of her head. A young woman had approached them, her face full of curiosity and astonishment. "I must know, is he genuine?" They all quickly understood that she was referring to Willoughby. Skylar turned her face to the side so this woman wouldn't see her roll her eyes so hard they could've fallen out of her head.
Obviously uncomfortable with this, but reminding himself that this is what Willoughby was here for, to be a distraction, Jamie said to her, "May I introduce my acquaintance, Mr. Yi Tien Cho, late of the Celestial Kingdom of China." Willoughby politely bowed to her and she curtsied back, with the biggest idiotic grin on her face.
"Really? From China? What an unthinkable distance you must've come. Do let me welcome you to our small island, Mr…Mr. Cho."
"If all of the women are as delightful as you, I shall feel quite at home," Willoughby responded, playing along.
"Goodness. He even speaks English," she said to her friends behind her, all of them giggling.
The line started to move and Willoughby gave Jamie a look that said to go on without him; so the remaining of the group moved forward a bit.
"That was the most uncomfortable moment I've ever been a part of in my life," Skylar stated.
"It was probably the best moment of hers," Claire came back with. "For her never having seen someone from Asia before and probably won't again, I'm sure she'll never forget it."
As they continued to move in the line, Skylar kept hearing the newly minted Mr. and Mrs. Fraser constantly flirting behind her. She would glance behind at them and see Fergus whisper something in Marsali's ear that made her blush and giggle, and their faces were never more than a half inch from the other's.
"Ugh, I'm gonna be sick," Skylar thought out loud.
"I heard that," Fergus shot back, pushing her shoulder a little as he knew her comment was directed to him and his wife.
"I wasn't trying to hide it."
"You and Ian are going to be the exact same way when you're finally together, so if you continue to mock us, you'll get it right back." Though her back was to him, Fergus could tell what he had said made her heart ache and only reminded her of why they were here; not that there was any chance she had forgotten. "You and Ian will be together, Skylar. He's right here under our noses somewhere. We will find him soon."
"I know. We're close. We're close to wherever he is. I can't explain but I-I can feel him, almost. It's like I have some sort of sense or something that we're right on top of him."
"Well that's good!" Marsali said. "If ye can feel him or sense him, that means he's alive."
"I really really hope that's what it is."
And not a feeling of danger or doom for him instead.
When Jamie and Claire were just about at the front of the line, Skylar saw Jamie tense up in shock. His face went white and his eyes were wide.
"Are you okay, Jamie?" she asked him. He didn't hear her.
He turned to Claire and said, "Perhaps it's because of yer comin' through the stones."
"Perhaps what is?" Claire asked, mildly concerned.
"The ghosts," he said, staring ahead at someone, "that keep comin' inte our lives, drawn te us the way we are drawn te each other."
Skylar looked ahead to see who Jamie was talking about. She saw a man at the head of the line, who she guessed was the governor from the regality of his dress and demeanor. He was very tall and extremely handsome. He seemed young, a good bit younger than Jamie yet older than Fergus. Skylar had no idea who he was, and neither, it seemed, did Claire. But Jamie certainly did. Keeping his grin in check, he stepped forward and stopped in front of the man.
Immediately upon seeing Jamie, the governor's face went through about a dozen different emotions, but ended on utter joy.
"Your Excellency," Jamie greeted him, bowing.
Stuttering from excitement, the man finally got out, "Jamie."
"Good te see ye, John." Bringing Claire forward as John, which Skylar now knew was his name, struggled to collect himself, he introduced her, "This is me wife, Claire. Claire, this is Lord John."
Claire curtsied to him and John's face had switched to confusion as he looked at her. Skylar, Fergus and Marsali all stayed a bit back, not wanting to interrupt what was obviously a wonderful reunion.
"John Grey?" Claire questioned. Skylar could tell Claire knew that name, but Jamie had never mentioned any John Grey in the stories he had recounted to her about his past with Claire.
"Yes," John confirmed. "But I thought that…"
"Aye. I thought she'd died too, but she returned te me."
How does this man know about Claire? And how does Claire know him? I need a hell of a lot more backstory, like, now, Skylar thought, watching this play out.
"My God. But how?"
"That's a rather long story," Claire put simply.
John continued to stare at Jamie for another few seconds with a look on his face that she recognized very well.
Omigod, shut up! No way!
Lord John Grey was looking at Jamie Fraser the same way Skylar saw Fergus look at Marsali that first time and how Ian looked at her during her first time at Lallybroch, which had scared her out of her mind. This man was in love with Jamie.
Oh, this poor man, she thought on, knowing what it meant to be gay during this time.
"Come, let's talk in private," John said to Jamie and Claire. He walked off with the two behind him.
Suddenly remembering that he was the Governor of Jamaica and the man they had come to this party to talk to, Skylar started to follow them as well. But Fergus caught her.
"Better to let Milord handle this on his own," he said.
"But that's the governor! He's the one who'll know about Ian!"
"Aye, and Milord and Milady will find out what he knows. It appears they're familiar with each other. Milord talking to him himself will do more than him being questioned by five people at the same time."
She knew he had a point, but she wasn't happy about it. She wanted to be there to hear when they found out anything about where Ian was and who could have him. But again, she had to wait.
Without saying anything in return, she just walked into the ballroom. As she made her way through the room, she accidentally ran into a woman who seemed to be in a rush.
"Oh, sorry," Skylar said. The woman was a hair taller than she was with very sharp and pointed features. She was wearing a large rich looking red dress and a wig similar to Jamie's but with red hair instead of white.
"Yer fine, dear," she said back quickly with a Scottish accent; and then she was off. Something about that woman gave Skylar the chills, but she brushed it off and kept walking.
She ended up just doing laps of the room, waiting for any sign of Jamie and Claire to reappear with the governor. As she went around, she saw servants holding trays of alcohol, with more trays of the same scattered on tables around the room. She decided that maybe having a few sips of one or two drinks might help to relax her and lessen her ever growing stress and anxiety. But by her third lap, those "few sips" turned into 3 full glasses of champagne and 2 of brandy. Even in Edinburgh when she was constantly around Jamie and Fergus who drank whiskey like water, she didn't have much experience with alcohol. She had had some now and then, but preferred non-alcoholic beverages when she could. So, drinking this much in such a short amount of time caused her to feel it quickly. The fact that she had no food in her stomach did not help either. She was starting to stumble and was having a hard time keeping her balance. Her vision was somewhat obscured and she at first missed when she went to take another glass.
"Thanks, my dude," she said to the man she took the drink from and walked away, nearly running into a table. She raised the glass to her mouth to drink, but someone took it from her before she could.
"I think you have had enough, Skylar." She looked to the person who spoke and saw a blurry Fergus.
"Gimme it back." She reached forward for it, but nearly fell completely over. Fergus caught her and stood her up, holding onto her as she swayed slightly from side to side.
"You should sit down."
"M'fine." She pushed him off and started to walk away. She made it about a quarter way around the room again when she looked behind her and saw Fergus and Marsali trailing her. She went into the crowd to try to lose them, but she kept running into people or furniture which slowed her down.
Fergus caught up to her and took her arm gently to stop her. She flailed her arm to get him to let go.
"Stop following me!" she cried. Swinging her arm kind of in Marsali's direction, she said, "You have a wife now. Focus on her."
She was falling from one foot to the other to keep her balance, so Fergus held onto her arms to keep her still as he talked to her. "Skylar, I know you're afraid and concerned about Ian. But this is the wrong way to deal with it. Milord and Milady are getting knowledge from the governor about him as we speak. They'll have news for us soon. We just have to wait and-"
"I've waited for months! I turned a whole new age while waiting! I'm done with waiting!" She tried to push herself out of his grasp, but he only tightened his grip on her.
"We need to get you water and find somewhere for you to sit and rest."
"No! I'm not going with you!" Seeing people looking over at them, Fergus let go of her, not wanting to make any more of a scene.
"Sky, please. We're worried about ye. We want te help ye," Marsali told her.
Not acknowledging what she said, Skylar grabbed a champagne glass from the table next to them and told them, "Ima go outside. Dinna follow me." She poked Fergus in the chest then pushed him aside and walked out.
She stumbled her way to the gardens in the back of the mansion. She fell onto a bench and looked at the sky. The moon was in its crescent phase, so she couldn't see its face.
"Why're you not smiling, Mom? Pl-plea-please smile." She stared at the it, expecting it to grow into a full moon, and was very disappointed when it didn't. "Fine then. Don't, whatevs. Cheers, Mom." She raised her glass to "her mom" and drank the whole thing. She set the empty glass on the ground and when she sat back up straight, the world was spinning. She closed her eyes and held her head. "Stop moving," she said to no one.
"Are you alright?" came an English voice above her. She looked up and saw a young man, who looked to be in his early 20s, standing next to her.
"Who-who're…who're you?"
He sat next to her. "I was walking around the garden and I saw you sitting here alone. I thought we could keep each other company. Would you like a brandy?" She looked at cup he was holding out to her. She took it and held it with both hands as she drank it down, like a toddler with a sippy cup. "Now, where is your husband? He shouldn't leave you alone like this."
"Pfffft. M'no married," she said, her words slurring together.
"Then you are engaged, correct?"
"No ring, bitch." She shoved her hand very close to his face to prove it.
"Well, that is outrageous. How is a stunning creature like you not spoken for?" Skylar was trying to keep her eyes from crossing, so she didn't see him slowly look her over. He moved in closer to her and put his hand on her knee. He leaned into her and whispered, "Do you realize how exceptionally beautiful you are?"
"I-I…I, um…I don't-I don't like it. N-no thank you." He dragged his hand up to her thigh and started to kiss her shoulder. "No, no," she fought, trying roll him off her shoulder. But he didn't budge. "I have to, um…I-I need I need…need to find Fergus."
She stood up and took maybe 2 wobbly steps when the man grabbed her wrist.
"You're alright, beautiful," he told her in a very unsettling calm voice. He stood up and faced her, pulling her into him and holding her waist too tight. "You don't need to be scared, you're alright. I'm going to take care of you." Then, he kissed her. She tried to pull away but her held the back of her head so she couldn't. She managed to get her hands on his chest and pushed him as hard as she could, sending him stumbling back a couple steps.
"Stop!" she screamed. He didn't. Not losing a beat, he grabbed her again and held her tighter, starting to work on her neck.
"No! No! No! No!" she kept crying, trying to hit him but he was holding her arms.
Suddenly, he pulled back from her. She opened her eyes, which she had clenched shut, and saw that it was actually Fergus who had pulled him away from her. He spun the man around to face him and punched him square across the face. He hit him in the gut and again in the face. He pulled the Englishman in by his collar and, being a good few inches taller, towered over the man intimidatingly.
"If I see you so much as look at my sister for the rest of the night, I will end your life. Do you understand me?" he said almost in a whisper, but very threatening and undoubtedly meaning it. Before the man could answer, Fergus pushed him. "Leave. Now." And he did immediately. When he was gone, Fergus went right to Skylar. "Are you alright, Skylar? Are you hurt? Did he hurt you?"
She just shook her head no. "How-how did you find me?"
"You didn't actually think I was going to let you come out here on your own did you?"
Twisting her braid in her hand, she said, "Thanks for following me."
"Let's sit down. Marsali?" Marsali appeared from behind a tree, where they must've been hiding as they watched over her. The three of them sat on the bench with Skylar in between them.
Without any warning, Skylar burst into tears. "I want Ian. I just I want-I want him back. I love him. I love him so much. I want him back." Fergus wrapped his arms around her and brought her head to his shoulder while Marsali rubbed circles on her back.
"I know, ma soeur. I know."
Neither of them said anything else. They just let her feel for as long as she needed.
After a few minutes, she had gotten it all out and wiped the last of her tears away. Sniffing, she said, "I'm so tired. I wanna go home."
"Come here." He stood and picked her up, carrying her bridal style as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head against him, closing her eyes.
As they walked to wherever Fergus was taking her, Skylar vaguely heard someone familiar say, "Is she alright?"
"Yes, Milady," Fergus answered in a whisper, trying not to stir the near asleep girl in his arms.
Claire, she thought hazily.
"She is just very tired. I'm taking her to our carriage," he continued.
Skylar raised her head slightly and just opened her eyes enough to see when she heard Claire introduce the person she was with, telling them her name was Geillis. It was the woman Skylar had bumped into earlier.
"Sorry for hitting you before," she mumbled, then dropped her head again.
She must've fallen asleep for a minute because the next thing she knew, she was being laid down on the seat in one of the carriages Jamie had rented.
"What-what's going on?" she asked, barely conscious.
"Shhh, go back to sleep, Skylar," Fergus said to her. "You're safe here. Marsali and I will be right outside."
She just nodded, her eyes closing again and the world faded around her.
So, 20 and 21 were originally one chapter but it got waaaaaaaaay too long. So, surprise! 2 chapters!
Below are the links to the dress I was referencing that Claire had Skylar wear, and a picture of the hairstyle I tried to describe.
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