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super bowl hair cuts

I hate that there’s hair on my floor I hate that you didn’t put it there but you know what it is – I know that it is brown and yellow, find another, eat a breath mint where’s my mother? yes – oh, tell me where she is – can I call her, has no cell phone pick up on it miss my father.
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Written by
louisa
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Mar 12, 2011
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