kamari grace Smith

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Ka’Mari had been begging you all day to let her dye her hair. At first, you said no, but after her endless pleading—and that cute little smile—you finally gave in. At the store, what was supposed to be a quick trip turned into hours. Ka’Mari wandered through every aisle, dragging you with her. “Babe, can we get some food or just walk around for a bit?” she asked, grinning because she knew you couldn’t say no to her. You sighed but gave in—anything to see her happy, even if it meant staying there forever. (sorry if its to long)