Once it was all off of her, June stood tall and craned her head back, letting the deep light of the afternoon bathe her. She cycled up a little mixture of Furblend and Pureskin, shivering a bit as a coolness rippled over her. The dirt and congealed sweat of the past few days vibrated, became dust, and slipped off of her in a translucent stream. The black tangle atop her head shed a similar cloud, became glossy and smart, lengthening out in soft waves down her back and shoulders.
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