What if the human psyche could be styled like hair?

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A soul stylist would stand over the salon chair, saying:
"Anxiety? Would you like it as a perm or just a rinse? I’ll craft the most stunning hairstyle the world has ever seen out of your compulsions and obsessions. First, we’ll wash it, then blow-dry it, and maybe lighten those dark thoughts a bit in the process… Or just highlights? So it doesn’t get too bright?”

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And then she’d cut, comb, and tend to the ends, shaping your soul into the desired form—one you could flaunt at a ball or simply wear to work.
The trimmed fears and worries would be swept into a neat pile on the floor, scooped up with a dustpan, and tucked into a massive bag alongside the remnants of yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that…

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