People hate my hair. I love my hair. I look like a mop. I like long hair. Maybe it has lice maybe no? god knows. I look like a sheep some times people mistake me for a broom. A taxi drive gave me a jd to cut my hair. But i gave it back. I do not want to cut my hair i think I am like Bob.
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