From behind a lemon tree, I watched my ex-boyfriend carefully run an electric razor across the head of a beautiful woman. Her blonde length fell to the grass in long whorls. The woman smiled and laughed as he ran his hands over the fuzzy tracks in her head. The leaves fell, the television flickered behind me, the cops came. When I woke up, I woke up in tears. A week later I read The Book of a Thousand Eyes.
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