“T-that’s not hair!” cried James, recoiling in horror. “Those are tentacles!”
“Yes,” said Cephy sadly, her unusual yellow-blue eyes glowing all the more fiercely. “I am actually an octopus driving a sophisticated animatronic puppet.”
“H-how has n-no one noticed that before?”
“Hats, and living in New York City. I don’t even have the weirdest hair secret in my building.”
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