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Upon coming in the grotto the next morning, I hoped to tidy up the tailings from their dining. What a shock eyeing her as I left her. A duo crushes -- she stirs and moans. I had satisfied myself and hoped to share this morsel with my friends living amongst the trees and slopes of the mountain. To get ready the celebrate I hogtied and packaged her head and hands with tape. Looking down at her now I could witness hair stuck to the gauze and covering the ground, It looked as if they had laid beside her -- maybe to keep her warm. Many days have handed since that cold misty Fall morning surprise. She proceeds to reveal the wisdom of the mountain. Just when she seemed resigned to the “adjustment” routines, I added, probably, the most horrible one she could imagine. I sensed that she had a bunch at stake with her hair grooming. Liquidating this last vestige of her vanity would totally empty her. I hooked up a dual truss pushup equipment by weaving her hair into a pulley. As her hands heavy-breathing she could pull her hair out. She is a mighty gash -- she resisted for at least an hour. Then, just as she started to collapse, I placed the scissors within her grasp.