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FABRICATE
It’s no good, he said to himself. To be elected, I need to enhance my beautiful blond hair to shine with the promise of a golden future whenever I touch their grey humdrum lives.
A mere enhancement, a tweak. Fields of yellow straw, reflecting the sun’s glory, that the electorate can bask in near my sunny presence.
Straw with a plastic coating, lovingly handstitched to a lace cap and fastened with superglue (a health and safety measure lest a hot glue gun ignite my artfully constructed toupee). The process is part of my name, I wonder if they’ll notice.
It’s no good, he said to himself. To be elected, I need to enhance my beautiful blond hair to shine with the promise of a golden future whenever I touch their grey humdrum lives.
A mere enhancement, a tweak. Fields of yellow straw, reflecting the sun’s glory, that the electorate can bask in near my sunny presence.
Straw with a plastic coating, lovingly handstitched to a lace cap and fastened with superglue (a health and safety measure lest a hot glue gun ignite my artfully constructed toupee). The process is part of my name, I wonder if they’ll notice.