I used to cut my hair and hide it behind the dollhouse. I used to hate when it got past my shoulders. I don’t quite remember what I did with the hair but I assume that I let it collect, tried to sweep in under the dollhouse as if it would disappear into the carpet. That’s how I hid everything back then. With a wink. And scissors. A smile. A wish. I don’t remember my mother every finding out so I wasn’t terrible at it either. I have never let my hair grow past my shoulders. Some say that’s the weirdest thing about me. I don’t know yet. 

“”first memories”

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