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Hair

Strands. Nothing feels powerful like that anymore. Hair. Turns into wires and everything is horrible. Take some poisonous hair, and eat that too. Eating poisonous hair is the type of thing they tell us. It’s not about quickly sneaking though. Or the mustard on the wall. I just have eyesight. Supernatural seeing things as if it’s upside down. We all have powers as if butterflies don’t exist. But we can all exist if we need to. Get bored so easily that everything feels like strands of hair. On the stairs. On the very top of the stairs. Sneak upstairs. Follow the hair.

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