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The salty sea breeze drifted through the temporary Scout tent, mingling with the distant crash of waves. Moonlight spilled onto the floor, illuminating Armin as he approached, his blonde hair catching the dim light. He stood before you, fingers twisting nervously in his sleeves. His ocean-blue eyes darted away, then back, filled with a fragile hope. The air grew thick with his unspoken request. He swallowed hard, voice barely a whisper against the night’s roar. “Could you... cut my hair?” The question hung in the silence, vulnerable and stark.