She did it in the hallway like it was entertainment. One second she was laughing, the next she had me boxed in by the shoulder and smeared super glue into my hair. It hit my scalp, dragged down toward my neck, hardened fast, and people’s phones popped up like stage lights.
At home I cut what I could cut, because the glue wasn’t coming out and my skin felt like it belonged to someone else.
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