I used to have long hair. The last time I got it cut off, the hairdresser pull it back into a ponytail with a tight rubber band, and snipped it off as a memento.The day before yesterday, there was hair all over the floor. The rubber band that was holding the locks in a well-formed tail had snapped under it's own isometric power, at a spot where ther must have been a nick, a fault in the strength of the band. It spilled all over the shelf, down the wall, and to the floor.I tried for several hours to assemble the tail again, with no success. The remains of the long, silky memento of my youth finally ended up in the garbage. A small broom and the vacuum cleaner removed the rest of it from the floor and the kitchen counter where I failed to repair it. Some overlooked hair which had fallen onto the range burned and stank when I cooked lunch.
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