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My story begins with a haircut.

Holy fucking shit seriously a fucking haircut??

Cryptic yet obscure, haircut.

I arrived 15 minutes before botanical garden closed, and window's perched in pagoda.

window's white t-shirt, chocolate brown pants, worn shoes.

hairstyle crunked, fashion faux pas set before me, head to toe. I asked, "Did you lose a bet?"

Dark Helmet isn't workin for ye...

A fucking haircut, ew-ha's favorite look on windows.

When we lived in Japan penis helmet, again?

Flew ew-ha to Japan, hairstyle notes arrival.

Fuck, after leaving Japan, he came home with penis helmet a few times.

window's needed to solidify love for cunt.

What will window's do for a hefty heiress?