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Hair trailing down my shoulders, my arms, my belly, while someone pulls at my head, clipping away more and more, a cold spray of water on my neck, covered with shivers.

In the bedroom, in my underwear, facing the wardrobe's mirror while my boyfriend gives me a haircut. Easter Sunday.

This is what needs fixing.

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