I'll give it one more shot...
Tank walked up behind Lois where she sat in front of the mirror combing her hair. He placed a tender kiss to the top of her head. "If you want to keep your hair long it's okay with me."
"Really?"
"What ever makes you happy." He smiled, then left.
She stared after him for several moments, then turned back to her reflection. A tear slid lazily down one cheek. Sighing, she reached into the drawer where the shears had been placed just minutes before.
Well, it wasn't like she'd look bad with short hair. With no hesitation she began cutting.
Tank (who says it is hard to keep it down to just a hundred words when the description of the haircut could be so much fun
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