She walks around like she owns the place, with those luscious, long locks of hers.
Guarding her gadgets waiting for the next guest to arrive.
Her hair so soft like a cloud, it’s silk like milk.
Pins, barrettes, ribbons, and more, she’s got hair so long it nearly touches the floor.
She’s always needing to go in for a trim.
She’d do it herself, but it needs to be perfect.
Flaws, they’re just not there.
Every inch of her is carefully and stunningly put together.
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