When the sun goes down

And when it comes back up

We got our aces out.

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"I want braidsss..." Nene drawled out, one hand running through her neatly packed, unbraided hair while the other scrolled through pictures of neat and captivating African braid styles on Pinterest.

Chimdi hissed, eyes on phone. "Then go make one!"

"You don't get." The darker girl groaned, sitting upright. "I don't want to sit. I just want to leave my head at a fancy saloon then come back to a perfectly made hair. Is that too much to ask for?"

Lara looked up from her Accounting textbook, she's been trying to figure out the...