For hats that fail and hats that flare; Toppers their universal wear; A man scores always, everywhere. Sometimes I think I’ll miss them and I start to cry, but I’m ready to have a life of my own. ” “But you,” she exclaimed, “you are not coming. The bleach had ruined it, with yellow-orange streaks invading the frizzy white that cascaded in wavy tendrils coated with greasy hairspray. If you can tell me nothing I don’t already know, so be it.
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