Sorry this one is a little later in the day! I am behind on scheduling these and yesterday was a busy day so I didn’t write. However…here’s a little snippet about how my evening went, ha!
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The pile of ebony hairbrushes on the bed didn’t seem so delightful to look at when she was facing feeling them each individually. Sure, though, she’d gotten great deals on them and they were vintage! collectors items! beautiful!
And painful. That, too. The first was her original. The brush she’d felt often over the 15 years she’d had it – stinging and dense and familiar. But the rest that followed were new additions. Heavier. Bigger. Searing her sit spots. Falling relentlessly with little break.
Maybe she’d stop buying new ones? Yeah. She’d stop.
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Tucked into bed an hour later, his hand on her sore bottom as she fell asleep, she scrolled through Ebay listings for her saved search term, ‘vintage ebony hairbrush’ and fell asleep on her phone.
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-M