I went to a cheapie hair cutting shop today. You know the sort...$14 for a hair cut. Yeah.
I needed a trim. It's been a while, because I've been trying to grow my hair long, which makes sense since I'm posting this in the LHC. Yeah.
So.
I sat down. Before I could stop her, the lady ripped a tiny black comb through my dry, 2a/2b hair. Ripped.
I weep. I gnash my teeth.
What are you weeping about, in regards to your hair?
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