The Magic is Gone
So I had this hair on my upper arm. Rather than being just another bit of anemic peach fuzz, it was like two inches long, kinda curly, and magic. It ate Lucky Charms for breakfast, mac’n’cheez for lunch and turned water into shampoo!
Just now I was admiring its unique length and silkiness when it fell out of the follicle. I am bereft of magic arm hair! Without its protection, I’m open to all sorts of supernatural arm hair foul play – and just in time for school to start, too.
Help me, I’m frightened.