That's Yasu on the right, the man with the magic (a.k.a. a professional straight iron and about four times as much patience for straightening hair than I have.)
And now it's back to it's normal nest-y appearance. I think once the summer sweat fest is over, I am going back to chin length or so again. What's the point of long hair if I am never going to do anything to it except sleep on it wet and then put it up when I see the resulting mess the next morning?
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