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Strange Things Happen At Work

I pinned the bobby pins in my hair turning to inspect the effect and suddenly my grandmother was standing there behind me in the mirror she wore her old timey apron (bib) held her big stew spoon and a slight frown, like she wanted to direct me but couldn't find the words so unlike her Grandmother's hair was dark but I never touched it I don't know how it felt always the bobby pins crossed just right near her temple the pins wont hold in my hair its long and fine when I get to my desk they are falling out but I got to see grandma in the mirror strange things happen at work

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