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Lauren wasn’t really sure of what happened. She had her head detached for a few hours that morning, so that may have been part of it; her head and her body always lost connection after a while. Still, the timing was odd. She was looking at her body in her Misty Cosplay, picked up the master ball prop she had ordered, and jokingly tossed it at her own head. She remembered seeing a red flash, then she lost all sensations from her head. What a time for her head to stop sending signals to her, huh?

So she ran her hands across the table she knew her head was at. Then she patted the table down again. Huh. She found something there, at least. She picked up the master ball, shoved it in the front of her shirt until it was wedged between her breasts, then kept blindly scouring the surface of her table. There was nothing else there.

She put her hands on her hips. Where did her head disappear to? There was nowhere else for it to go! Disbelief had her check the table one more time, then the floor around and under it. Agitated, she stood her headless self up. She had become so good at keeping tabs on her head these last few months, too.

She stumbled around with her beheaded body. She would walk a few steps one way, then reconsider. Lauren clumsily circled her house for the head that was tucked into the all-too-functional master ball between her boobs.

In her wandering, her dog approached her. Thumper practically bashed her shins with his body. Thinking little of it, Lauren grabbed the master ball and tossed it underhanded to some random direction. Thumper gave chase and snatched in in his maw in moments, then darted off into the backyard.

When Thumper didn’t bash into her again in thirty seconds, Lauren assumed that he went off to hide it in his doghouse or dig yet another hole in her yard. That was okay, right? She could find that thing later, like most of the toys he buried out there. She needed just a little more time to think about where she had put her damn head.

Off she went, decapitated and dumbfounded, searching for the head she had just casually thrown to her dog. Maybe one day she would be lucky enough to find it.

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Lauren wasn’t really sure of what happened. She had her head detached for a few hours that morning, so that may have been part of it; her head and her body always lost connection after a while. Still, the timing was odd. She was looking at her body in her Misty Cosplay, picked up the master ball prop she had ordered, and jokingly tossed it at her own head. She remembered seeing a red flash, then she lost all sensations from her head. What a time for her head to stop sending signals to her, huh?

So she ran her hands across the table she knew her head was at. Then she patted the table down again. Huh. She found something there, at least. She picked up the master ball, shoved it in the front of her shirt until it was wedged between her breasts, then kept blindly scouring the surface of her table. There was nothing else there.

She put her hands on her hips. Where did her head disappear to? There was nowhere else for it to go! Disbelief had her check the table one more time, then the floor around and under it. Agitated, she stood her headless self up. She had become so good at keeping tabs on her head these last few months, too.

She stumbled around with her beheaded body. She would walk a few steps one way, then reconsider. Lauren clumsily circled her house for the head that was tucked into the all-too-functional master ball between her boobs.

In her wandering, her dog approached her. Thumper practically bashed her shins with his body. Thinking little of it, Lauren grabbed the master ball and tossed it underhanded to some random direction. Thumper gave chase and snatched in in his maw in moments, then darted off into the backyard.

When Thumper didn’t bash into her again in thirty seconds, Lauren assumed that he went off to hide it in his doghouse or dig yet another hole in her yard. That was okay, right? She could find that thing later, like most of the toys he buried out there. She needed just a little more time to think about where she had put her damn head.

Off she went, decapitated and dumbfounded, searching for the head she had just casually thrown to her dog. Maybe one day she would be lucky enough to find it.

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