Intercambio de cabello azul
Translated from Blue Hair Exchange
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Ongoing, First published May 29, 2026

La historia comienza con el primer día ansioso de Cleo Thomas en una escuela secundaria de Los Ángeles, un nuevo comienzo complicado por el dolor y una nueva ciudad. Casi de inmediato, se encuentra enredada con Billie, una chica llamativa de cabello azul que exige la ayuda de Cleo con tareas de matemáticas a cambio de un extraño tipo de protección. Estos capítulos trazan un acuerdo tenso alimentado por el miedo y la manipulación, que se desarrolla cuando Cleo navega por nuevas amistades y un acuerdo precario..
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