I got my hair cut today. (All of them Daddy, not just one...)
And I am very proud to say that there were no tears shed.
My organs almost came up my esophogus, but not one tear rolled down my cheek.
My locks and trust were in Carol's hand, and I took to calling her Quiet Carol in my head, because she didn't say much except for at one point when I was wondering if she could hear my heart beating when she looked at me and said, "Are you like, freaking out or something?" "Yes."
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hey muffin-
first comment- momentous for me. Hope the hair looks great. I realize my new cut looks a little too much like Ramona Quimby- age 8. not good.
love ya,
r. quimby
aka... n. stecklein
muffin? you make me so proud. if you were only in 6th hour to show it off... i'll miss you.
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