My hair has only just become long enough to wear in a pony-tail that looks relatively normal. I thoroughly enjoy tying it high on my head and whipping it about (in private) but when I tie it low I look exactly like Mozart, it's uncanny.
I've been dying to start a collection of busts of composers for a while now (I have very specific desires) and yesterday I came one step closer to achieving this. I spied the pale face of Wolfie in the window of Second Time Around and took him home with me.
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