I'm writing up a document for the President at my desk. John's standing behind me, doing something with my hair. He runs his fingers over it, and I realize what it was that he did.
I laugh. "John, did you just Dutch braid my hair?"

I'm writing up a document for the President at my desk. John's standing behind me, doing something with my hair. He runs his fingers over it, and I realize what it was that he did.
I laugh. "John, did you just Dutch braid my hair?"
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