So, okay.
The hair is gone. And it did not weigh 2 pounds like I thought. Eight to ten inches of dark brown hair drying on the counter. How much did it weigh? What's a henway? Hair, where it's not supposed to be, will soon to be shipped off to the hair donation factory. What must the receiving room of the Locks of Love look like? A place full of plastic bags, creepy clumps of hair tied with rubber bands, and a passel of brooms like the sorcerer's apprentice brooms-gone-bad.
Doesn't matter if it's on the counter, or the porch railing, or the scale, or on top of Ganesha's head, the see-no-evil monkey doesn't wish to see it and whimpers, "Make it stop!"
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