It was a regular day just like any other day. I went about my business, as per usual, getting ready for the day. It was a Saturday, I think. Adam had come to my apartment and was patiently waiting for me to finish drying my hair so that we could go out. My hair dryer began acting strange. I ignored the strangeness. It shot sparks. My hair (bangs to be exact) began to fizzle and steam. A crop of burnt, frizzled hair stuck straight up in the front, not unlike a Troll Doll's hair- minus the electric coloring. It was 2 weeks before our wedding. Lovely. I burnt my hair.
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