She sat in front of me in class. Before sitting she would always greet me with a smile. Sometimes her long blonde hair was up and sometimes it was down, but throughout the class she would always, always let it loose and swish it around.
She would open up her clasp and let her luxurious blonde locks tumble all the way down, just short of touching the ground. She would put both hands under her head and shake her hair out like a blanket, making a massive blonde tidal wave of hair flow in front of my eyes and onto my desk. She would sometimes look back at me and smile. She made my time in class a lot more interesting and it was just her and me, sharing this lovely experience. No one else could see as we were near the back.
She would gather her hair up with one hand, hold it up and off to the side, before letting it drop back down through her fingers, her lovely full long hair swishing from side to side. It was paradise!
One day I was surprised to find her seat empty. Class would be sad and boring today, or so I thought. Someone hugged me from behind. "Guess who?" the voice said before surrounding me in the familiar lovely long soft blonde hair, wrapping me up, swaddling me like I was her baby. I murmured her name and she hummed blissfully in my ear, holding me close in her lovely blonde blanket.
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