When we were younger, you wouldnapos;t go to the same barber as me. So your hair grew long, it grew down to the ground and became one with the earth. Your split ends reached up toward heaven and divination was gifted to you. Through symphonies of protein and melanin, long locks twisted and turned into knotted ropes which tied you to the ground. When the world finally turned upside-down, the rest of us fell off. We were spit out of the motherapos;s mouth, but you could not escape. So you were trapped, hanging by your hair, tightly bound to a rotting land.
There are three specific events that occurred during the eighteen months that I can not stop turning over in my head.
bellini mixed drink, exley books, exley alexandra, exley alex, exley.
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