Strangled…
by Amanda
I woke up in a cuccoon of my blankets last night unable to breathe. At first, I thought that perhaps my trusty blankets had turned on me and decided I must die.
But, no.
It was my hair.
Wrapped around my neck.
I didn’t know that was even possible. If you see any headlines in the next month of a girl being killed by her own hair?
Yep, its me.
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