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My hair...
thicker than yarn growing in odd places like a raging bougenvilia... scary. I've got to stop this gnarly invasion of my personal region, for braiding that twine is a tedious task and uncomfortable as hell; something drastic has to be done. Time for some Nad's to rip off that unruly hair I spread it on and then peel it... Ee-YEOOOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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