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Monday, October 17, 2016
My New Haidresser
As I walked out of the shower, I dried off and reached for my hairbrush. As I realized that my hairbrush was not in its regular spot, I felt a hand grab my hair, bristles ripping through all of the strands, tearing at my scalp.
-Oliver, the cat
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