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I stared at her.
"…but if Papa helps… it might be faster."
It wasn't a complaint.
More like a scientific observation.
I gave a short reply.
"Maybe."
Yuna nodded.
As if we had just agreed upon a fact.
She took a small towel from the shelf.
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Then, she started wiping her face.
Her movements were still a bit awkward.
A few strands of wet hair stuck to her cheeks.
After that, she stood still for a few seconds.
It seemed she was thinking again.
Usually, that meant something was coming.
Sure enough.
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"…Papa."
"Hm."
She looked at me with a very serious expression.
"…the back of my hair…"
She twisted her body a little.
"…I can't see it."
"That is because it's in the back."
She nodded.
"…so if there's still shampoo left… I wouldn't know."
"I already told you it's clean."
"Right."
She thought for a moment.
"…but I can't dry it either."
She tried to rub the back of her head with the towel.
Her movements were ineffective.
Most of her hair remained wet.
