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The Hairbrush
Han Solo had just returned home from a trip to Kashyyyk with Chewbacca. He walked into he and Leia's bedroom. He dumped out his back. He used to just leave it full until he needed it again, but after several threats from Leia, he finally started unpacking it.
Han walked by the dresser and stopped at what he saw. His wife's hairbrush was sitting on top, full of hair. That drove him nuts! He knew she had a lot of hair, but would it kill her to empty out her brush?
Han shook his head, trying to ignore it. Leia wasn't home. She was at a meeting. He flopped down on the couch and flipped on the holonews. He wanted to hear the latest smashball scores. He had a bet with Lando.
Han couldn't concentrate. He kept thinking about the hairbrush. It was so annoying. It wasn't completely full, but even a little bit of hair drove him crazy.
Leia walked through the door, "Hey!"
"You forgot to clean out your hairbrush again," Han told her, rising to greet her.
Leia rolled her eyes, "You lived with a Wookie most of your life! How can it bother you?"
"It just does," Han answered.
"I'll clean it out when it's full," Leia responded, hands on her hips.
"Come on, Leia. I started unpacking my travel bag for you!"
"It was a bio hazard, Han! Hair in a brush isn't a bio hazard!" Leia retorted.
Han groaned, "Fine!"
Leia smiled at him, knowing she had won for the day. She kissed him, "Glad to have you back."
Late that night, when Leia was asleep, Han got out of bed and cleaned out her hairbrush. When he crawled back into bed, Leia was awake. She grinned at him, "See? Why should I clean it? You always do it for me."
"Not next time," Han muttered and rolled over. He'd get her to clean it out eventually. Leaving it just wasn't an option.
"Whatever you say, dear."