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Once upon a time there was a girl named Shell. Her shiney black hair had grown long as she stopped going to the hairdressers for the past two or so years. One fine October day she woke up and said "Dad, take me to the hairdressers. I'm going to do it!" What had she decided to do on such a warm day? Why Shell had decided to cut her lushous locks off.
Snip. Snip. Snip went the sissors. And slowly strand by strand her hair got shorter and shorter.
HOORAY! At last the hairdresser had cut off all of Shell's hair and left her with a sigh of relief. After a long long time of contemplating whether or not she would ever cut her hair Shell finally did it. Now she didn't have to use litres and litres of shampoo and conditioner to wash her hair. What a relief.
Needless to say Shell liked and is liking her new short short hair.