Trixie stared at her reflection from her mirror. She was depressed. Her mane was in a bun, while her curled bangs were Hanging behind her ear. Tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes were covered with mascara. Snowy, Trixie's white cat tried to comfort her. It was no use. Moments later, Trixie's mother, Blue Wave, entered her room.
BW: Well, darling. What do wewe think? Do wewe like your new mane cut? Isn't it just this... Month?
Trixie: ..Uhh..
BW: Trixie, please say something to me. Dear, I bought wewe all I could. But you're not talking. Is it because of all these accidents in school? Do you...
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