The dark-haired clothes horse, who generally meant well, was a dufus, but he was family
Cain's Identity...strands of your hair and tendrils of the wind spin into nothingness the memories of that day...
A Familiar RainThey love their hair because they're not smart enough to love something more interesting.
Looking for AlaskaIf you don't have any feelings for Will Darcy, why are you blushing and fixing your hair?
Prom and Prejudice. . . I don’t believe that celebrity spokeswomen get their hair colour from a box.
The Value of Vulnerability