Tricia stood on the balcony of her new apartment overlooking the city. The city she had just m
Tricia stood on the balcony of her new apartment overlooking the city. The city she had just moved to. Everyone was so nice and friendly towards her, much more than the cold place she was in before. Yet… something troubled Tricia and she wasn’t quite sure what it was. As welcoming and friendly as everyone was, there was a certain…guardedness as if she was not quite…fitting in. And then without realizing it, she knew.The Bun.All…everyone…she could not, didn’t see, anyone with their hair down. Always up. Up in a Bun. Everyone, everywhere…It was…right…She should…She should, she thought…but her hands were already working…readying…pulling and twisting…she should and she will. -- source link
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