teenage me paris me long hair
this teenage me unlike paris me nagged to tart it brush so obviously did not
mother sister pounced “long hair’s not le mode you know” we lived in obscureville plain “why don’t you cut it short”
“oh look the sky is blue” i said
tho’ now i know le mode has complex culture empty lives have harder causes
even so to imply that’s why
my insult reply was apt still stands
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