The First Time's Usually the Toughest

The man with sharp tools materializes behind me
He asks me how I’d prefer it done
Gritting my teeth, I beg him to make it quick
Smirking, he proceeds
The tools are dangerously close to my eyelid. I say a quick prayer
I screech as he snatches and yanks….
And it’s all over.
“Farewell, unibrow!”





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