We stumble into our homes in a humbled haze late at night and in despair cut off our hair. We want a new outlook through a new body.
We finish and look upon ourselves in the glass. We nod, approve, but we only see a half. Another appears behind and fixes the parts we can not see. This one sees it all, trims to form, approves. A friend will have our back.
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This scene literally took place in my kitchen on Thursday. Strange.
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