"Seriously, Hannah?" you said the moment you saw it were a bunch of wigs. While it was odd that there were over two dozen different mannequin heads, each containing a different wig, it wasn't something that really excited you. Especially since they were all female wigs.
"Why don't you try one on, John. Please?" Hannah pleaded,
"No, and don't touch them. It's not yours" you said.
"But they're so lifelike" Hannah whined.
Stepping forward for a closer look, you had to agree with your annoying sister. The wigs were of all different colors, mainly blonds, reds and browns, but with the occasional black. "Okay, I've looked at the wigs. Can we go now, and see where we are?" you said, even though you felt a faint allure to the wigs. Almost like what you felt with the 'magic' book.
Hannah ignored you, as she was particularly focused on the.....
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