Here's how it went down. I was boiling macaronis for macaroni and cheese. The pot was filling to the brim with boily bubbles of steam, so I leaned down to blow them off. The tips of some of my hairs brushed the edge of the pot and I whiffed a deathly smell. It was my pure fine hair singing to a crisp. It looks like someone curled it with scissors like Christmas ribbon.
When I'm in the kitchen, I'll be ponytail-ed.
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