You love combing my hair, Fi. Last year when you did it, you made me sing the song from Tangled while you pretended to be Mother Gothel. Then you moved on to a game where you were my mother, I was a little girl, and you combed my hair again and again. But each time you "went away" then "wolves" would sneak up and mess up my hair. Then you would be cross and have to do it all over again. This particular day, you used a teensy doll comb, soaked my hair with detangling spray, and talked to me about fairies while you combed.
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