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So that was it. It didn't have to be perfect, as long as the memory was happy.

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|s4_title = The Runaway Plushie from the Ball

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|s4_text = "Surely this year's Golden Comb Award will go to Medowlyn of the Lucerne family, right?"

"Is that even a question? I heard the council already saved her a seat, just waiting for her to claim it!"

"I can't wait to see it all..."

As the chimes rang out in front of the Golden Hall, the ball began. Young debutants, each with a flawless coiffure, made their way into the ballroom in twos and threes.

Meanwhile, outside Medowlyn's room, the hair matrons were in a panic. After the bell had chimed three times, the Head Matron braced herself and forced the door open.

Inside Medowlyn's room... there was no one? Nothing but an empty plushie box.

A glimmer of gold flickered at the windowsill. As the matron stepped closer, she saw a long, flawless tress of golden hair slip softly down from the ledge.

The Coiffure Ball... might never be quite so perfect again.

Three days after the event, Judge Lucy was snapping her ruler and protractor apart, piece by piece, following the precisely marked lines once used to judge the length and curve of every coiffure.

They say the girl left without taking a single hair accessory.

Only a pair of scissors and some thread.

Had she really gone?

For those who had already come of age, the PuffPost boxes by the door had been overflowing lately. From time to time, a floofy little gift would arrive from the Starsea.

"Ms. Ellie, a floofy violin shouldn't break that easily, right? Shh... that lullaby is our little secret."

Matron Ellie smiled at the parcel. Even with one string missing, little Lynn would always go along with it, falling asleep with a grin to the off-key tune.

"Cecily, the face-painted bread was so yummy! After eating it... your face'd get all painted too!"

Cecily of the Tulip family glanced at the bread plushie in the corner, thinking back to that camping trip with Lynn, when they burned the bread and secretly ate it all before anyone could see.

"Anna, remember when the clam snapped open and splashed us with mud? And there was nothing inside!"

Anna, Medowlyn's old deskmate, carefully opened the floofy clam. This time, there were fluffy, giggling pearls inside.

...

In the Starsea, a small figure walked on, eyes wide with wonder. Her once-cropped curls had begun to grow back, but this time, there was no need to keep them so carefully in check.

Imperfection... really isn't such a bad thing.

The free wind could now run wild through every soft strand of her hair. And somewhere out there—

''There must be even more beautiful memories waiting to be found, right?''

What a joy it will be... to tuck them away in floofy form.

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