I told her how much I loved her hair and she smiled back at me. I mentioned I was considering chopping off the long braid down the center of my back. She said sometimes the grass looks greener and that I should keep my long hair.
As we continued walking down the street, she touched my arm. “I can tell you are a Sagittarius. Luck oozes off you. You could trip in the mud, but you’d get up with a piece of gold in your hand.”
