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There you are, walking back home. In your hand still the hairbrush.

While in thoughts about the whole situation you absent-minded begin brushing your hair. Stroke after stroke you let the brush glide through is until a soft tingle brings you back to reality.

Did your hair always touched your shoulder? No, something is wrong. Unbeknownst to you, you hair started growing. But for what reason?

Suddenly, you stop in place. The brush!

The brush makes your hair grow. That stupid thing.

In anger you throw it away hoping to end all that trouble and continue you way back home.