Holding the shreds of my roommate�s hair in my hands like straw-into-gold. She needed a haircut, and I volunteered�I, of the Barbie-doll makeover skillz. It turned out as expected�uneven and choppy�but she didn�t mind. I scooped the clippings up off of the floor with a curious expression and felt like Rumplestiltskin, wondering what faerie�s tailor I could sell them to and what they might make�

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