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The newspaper called my father a Tonsorial Expert and a Smiling Gentleman My father whose head is like a Christmas tree lot on New Year's Day and whose mouth was like a rainbow photographed in sixty-four shades of gray but that might have been my fault even at six that might have been my fault He had done a nice job of hairstyling according to the pleased customer, Mr. Holmes just as he would do a nice job of mopping floors and a nice job of rewiring classrooms and a nice job of growing weaker each day growing hunched like an unused fishhook but that might have been my fault even now that might have been my fault
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Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 4:34 PM UTC
a Tonsorial Expert
The newspaper called my father a Tonsorial Expert and a Smiling Gentleman My father whose head is like a Christmas tree lot on New Year's Day and whose mouth was like a rainbow photographed in sixty-four shades of gray but that might have been my fault even at six that might have been my fault He had done a nice job of hairstyling according to the pleased customer, Mr. Holmes just as he would do a nice job of mopping floors and a nice job of rewiring classrooms and a nice job of growing weaker each day growing hunched like an unused fishhook but that might have been my fault even now that might have been my fault
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Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 4:34 PM UTC
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