the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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4:23 p.m. + 2003-08-11 = hair
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the length of my hair
a short essay by mattson k. y. zust
i need a haircut. i cannot hold out any longer. i shall go today. i may not get in until tomorrow. i will be most distraught in the meanwhile. my sister has pointed out that i have a ducktail. oh the humanity! a ducktail... ish. however, i will now be going back to my typical haircut and that seems like regression. i just don't know what to do... no, no, no... this hair must be cut. it must be extremely shortened. it's best to evacuate this cradle and tree before the bough breaks.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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