Evil of the Head: a Story by Jaime Bayly
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I had hair so long that, making love to my wife, I didn't see it. A kind of umbrella made not of straw, but of smooth brown hair, fell on my face, covered my eyes and shook with me like a parasol that would fly out. If I wanted to kiss my wife, I had to pause and remove my hair from my face. "I came," I said to her, abruptly interrupting the ceremony of love, hindered by my impertinent hair.I walked to the dressing room, put on a brown hat and r…
I had hair so long that, making love to my wife, I could not see it. A kind of umbrella made not of straw, but of smooth brown hair, fell on my face, covered my eyes and shook with me like a parasol that would fly out. If I wanted to kiss my wife, I had to pause and remove my hair from my face. "I came," I said to her, abruptly interrupting the ceremony of love, hindered by my impertinent hair. I walked into the dressing room, put on a brown hat…
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