She blinked at her reflection. Was she destined to always be cast in the role of “mother”? Hell she thought. Let’s rock-n-roll. Chopping as she stared at her old eyes under the new fringe.
(34 words exactly)
The Battle of the Bang. I know it well! I’ve spent a life time chopping and growing and chopping and growing. (Oh … and coloring)
One year ago: 
This week: 
Next month: ?????
Thanks to Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt
And to Linda and her SoCS writing prompt (roll/role)
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
I kinda like you as a fellow brunette…. 😎
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I dig a fringe… sport one myself! 😉
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I always come back to them! I don’t know why I ever let em grow 🤪
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I’m the same. And it’s not like I have a super high forehead to hide… but I always get fed up of NOT having them… (Makes us look younger, anyhow 😉 )
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👍🏽😎
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