Today's OneWord: Styled

Lina styled her hair all the time - in braids, in pigtails, in plaits and weaves and knots - until one day, she cut it all off. Well, not all of it - her brown locks now settled above her ears, light curls springing against the back of her head. She walked into work with her hands in her pockets, whistling some sort of merry, improvised tune, and ignored the alarmed look of our fashionista boss as she sat down on her desk and opened up one of her many folders.

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