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Where Is Old Lady With Orchid Hair

In a department store mirror I glimpsed an old lady’s hair. It was a weird ugly orchid color. She thinks she is young! And she looks ridiculous! I meandered around clothes rack trying to find her again. I wanted one more glimpse of that ugly color. As I peeked directly into a mirror I realized... It was my own hair, a gorgeous burgundy at my house. But apparently a dull ugly weird orchid color in a department store. I left immediately, relishing my color in my rearview mirror, outside. Still beautiful burgundy out here, I reassured myself. Deciding to never return to that store again.

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