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she smiled as she listened to the hairstylist’s words. ❝ i bet it was hard coming here ? ❞ she carefully assumed with how young she looked. knowing that she had been here for a couple of years, her aim was to make her feel comfortable. ❝ i know its been seven years, but how are you liking it here ? i know it’s not home — as long as you know the basics then you’re good, and in all honesty, english is a difficult language to learn. ❞ from time to time and no matter how long marina’s parents had been in the states, they had a difficulty with pronunciations .. she didn’t and could not blame her. ❝ well, your hair looks great no matter the color, and i think it’s because of your skin tone. of course, that’s what matters ! as long as you like it then yes. just a trim today, love, thanks. ❞
“Well, I went to New York very first thing,” she said, the woman’s smile making her stumble a bit over English grammar. “It was too much though. Iceland has maybe 200,000 people in the whole country, so millions of people on a small island was...” she trailed off and shuddered. “Also, people were not so nice. Some were, but I missed living in a smaller town. So I found this one. I heard stories of interesting things and knew I had to come here.” Marina complimented her hair and Katya blushed as she began the trim. “I have been in Coldbrook four years. It is just as magic as I thought. Even if things are maybe scary sometimes. How long have you been here?”














