I was almost asleep last night when I remembered something my grandmother told me recently.
She had her hair cut a few weeks ago, and apparently the stylist was scissor-happy and snipped it very short, man-style, the shortest she could recall her hair ever being cut. She said everyone agreed that the haircut was drastic and not "her."
She's dying, she has a bad haircut, and she hasn't had the chance to grow her hair back.
Damn. A lousy hairdo for the rest of eternity.
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