Of Hair Dye and Cigarettes
i wish i could tie you up in my shoes
This has to have been the stupidest thing Nora's ever done.
She stares in the mirror in disbelief, long, blonde locks gone and replaced by short, pink curls. She scrunches her newly pierced nose, leans in closer to get a better look at her new hair, then smiles to herself.
She picks up the long blonde curls that are scattered on the white titled bathroom floor, and throws them away. With them, she throws away Nora as well.
Nora is dead, she thinks to herself. Here’s to the reign of Fuchsia.
She stares in the mirror in disbelief, long, blonde locks gone and replaced by short, pink curls. She scrunches her newly pierced nose, leans in closer to get a better look at her new hair, then smiles to herself.
She picks up the long blonde curls that are scattered on the white titled bathroom floor, and throws them away. With them, she throws away Nora as well.
Nora is dead, she thinks to herself. Here’s to the reign of Fuchsia.
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I don't know what this is.