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17-JACOB

I groaned in pain as my chest hair was pulled, and my hand closed around the tinny wrist causing my pain.

“What are you doing, Taylor?” I asked, once I opened my eyes and found the little girl leaning over me and looking at me curiously.

“You have a lot of chest hair.” She said, her little fingers still wiggling as they tried to get out of my grasp.

I never thought it was to get away, in fact, it was quite the opposite, I knew she would try to pull the hair showing at the top of my tank top.

“It hurts too if you try to tear them off, little one,” I lowered my voice as I heard the soft sigh Vivienne released against my back, at the same time the arm around me tensed for a few seconds before relaxing again.

“Dad's hairless,” Continued saying the girl, who apparently didn't care whether her mother woke up or not. “I didn't know you could have that many.”

“I'm not that hairy either,” I blurted out a little defensively.

Hair had hit me hard at puberty, making me refrain for a while from go
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