I was holding scissors in my hand when I happened to glance in the mirror on my cubicle wall. I was so tempted to just cut off that stupid piece of my bangs that always flips up and out like I’ve grown wings and am going to fly away at any moment.
But I didn’t.
Because I’m sure if I did it would be “wrong” and I would be pissed at my hair forevermore.
Stupid hair.
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