This morning I cut Karen's bangs. This is not an unheard of occurrence; it happens every couple of months at our house. I sat Karen on the counter, laid out the scissors and comb, and then began.
The first step is gathering all the bangs that have already been cut. And then, combing them out. As I was doing this, Karen picked up the scissors. And cut a hole in my second favorite sweater.
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