In a dim attic, a morose hairbrush lay abandoned, its bristles tangled with memories of forgotten styles. One stormy night, it sighed and decided to invent a fantastical hairdo for the long-lost girl who once twirled it through golden locks. As dawn broke, ethereal curls danced in the morning light, whispering secrets of imagination and joy.
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