I went back into my room to grab a pair of scissors and walked back to the bathroom mirror. Using the mirror, I cut my hair as best as I could. Soon the sink was filled with a layer of excess hair and my hair had been shortened to its original length. "That the best you got." I said, proud that I managed to outsmart this 'curse'.
My smirk was wiped off my face soon enough as suddenly my hair grew back out to where it was before." Come on!" I snarled as I took the scissors back to my head. This time however, the blades got stuck mid-way through the cut. I started to squeeze them harder till the pain became too much to bear. I then got a smaller amount in between the blades and tried again to similar results. Frustrated I tried to saw it off with one of the blades. After a few minutes of fruitlessly cutting, I pulled them back. Looking at the blade I saw that somehow it had filled down by my hair.
I look back at the mirror and the lengthened hair that was now mocking me. "This isn't over. I will beat this if it's the last thing I do."
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