[ it's a weird reference to make. even as a kid, daisy hadn't exactly had access to yuppie middle-class kid magazines. no foster family was going to take out an annual subscription when she'd be lucky to stick it out somewhere for a couple months at a time.

and it's weirder, now, considering the year. how old was it? and how did it survive? ]

I don't have much choice, do I? [ as far as reading materials, anyway. ] Or much to report.

[ she feels... alive. mostly level-headed. no lingering discomfort save for the fact that they, apparently, felt the need to shave her entire head for a surgery that she knew damn well did not require it. ]

What's the deal with the haircut? I'm pretty sure you didn't need to do a full shave to get the job done.