HairHis fingers comb through my dreaded locks, caught every other 

inch. Strokes the curls away from my face, over my bare shoulder and 

down my back. Your hair is beautiful. But as it de-aches it unhigenic

gross. wrong. the beauty is left as it leaves the scalp. the worshiped

curl suddenly a discusting pest. instant transformation

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