Twenty-four years, give or take a few. That's how long it has taken me to realize that long hair is maybe, possibly not worth the effort. Time to change.
She does not understand why - is it the wine? No. What is it then, what is the reason? And soon it does not matter, soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. This is the nature of the universe. We struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but it is of course pretense, it is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely out of control.
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