Perched on the cool edge of the toilet seat, she watched a line of smoke waft up from the machine as Marie loosened her grip and slid down the strand.

“It’s too hot!”

“It’s fine.” Marie fluffed the left side of her hair, the crimped strands ballooning from her head. Marie’s smile swallowed the mirror. “This is amazing.”

She matched Marie’s smile. Her long curly hair had been transformed into a massive stepped pouf, and she loved it.

The vents in the house hissed as cool air pumped through them. She closed her eyes. This beginning felt electric with possibility.


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