Torched

Vee’s hair candled faster than a parched pine tree when the flicked roach landed on her head. The hiss and pop of flambeed curls plucked Harry out of his lachrymose mood. Too bad. His tears could have preserved her good hair day.

 

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"The river flows both ways." (Margaret Laurence)

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