Seperation Anxiety

I lost a hair extension earlier this week. I can't seem to part ways with it. It's been sitting on my desk for days. I occasionally pick it up, brush it and talk to it. I can't understand it. It's not like I grew it. It was probably stolen off some poor womans head in a third world country. Wherever that poor woman is, I hope she knows I appreciate her hair. I also want to know her secret to growing purple hair.