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That situation

where you’re chatting up some girl
ever so casually
in a pub
or a library
or wherever, really,
for a good half-hour or more

only subsequently to realise
you have one of your girlfriend’s hairs
– a foot long, reddish,
with noticeable purple highlights –
stuck somehow
to the front right shoulder of your sweater.

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