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Why is it always in my way, confiding and restricting me. In public I don’t mind, but when I get home, these stupid little minions try to invade the personal space on my forehead.

I think quickly looking around for something to restrain these little trouble makers. They are starting to itch.

Oh no.

Sneering as it tickles my eyebrows, it aggravates my senses. My face screams for release. It’s starting to drive me up the wall, ruffling my sensitive nerves. I gather the multiple little strands in my palms.
“Ah Ha!”

I finally found it. The circular black object that will be the key to my release.
I grab the wad on my head and tie it together.

There is no escape.

I can finally breathe.

Stupid hair.


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