The first time I met my housemate her hair was short. When I met her a few years later it was almost down to her waist, thick, blond and beautiful. Most of the time she wore it up.
Then when she came down for my ceremony with Rick, she reached up and let her hair down and it tumbled
TO HER SHOULDERS AND NO FURTHER
It was still thick, blond and beautiful.
Just for once I wanted my hair to be longer than hers. For some strange reason my hair has gone from straight to wavy. Had I had chemo I would have understood the change.
Finally, when we met up in Toulouse after she'd had hers trimmed, mine was longer.
I've an appointment to have it cut next week.
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