A mane that emits desperation

“Please!” She begged.

“No,” I replied.

“Just this once!”

“Never.”

“I have no other choice, you’re the only one who can do it!”

I sighed, my body deflating with the realisation that yes, I was her only option.

“Fine,” I grab the brush from her hand, “but this is the last time.”

She squeals, sitting down with glee. With a giant exhale, I get to work, brushing the maddening knots out of her hair.

“If you brushed your hair every day you wouldn’t need me to do this,” I say, struggling with an aggressive coil of her locks.

“It’s too much effort!”

Messy

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