She places in hair pins to keep it all tidy, arranging it into aesthetic forms, those pleasing to the eyes of others. They always fall out after a few laughs, but she does it anyway. What’s the awkwardness of falling pins to those few moments when you are as beautiful as the rest of them?
She glances into the mirror; something scared and calm is staring back, then turning away as she goes out the door, out the door and into his line of sight.
Briefly, she wonders who she’s putting her hair up for.
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wish I knew
'hair pins',
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