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Getting my hairs cut always makes me feel so much better about myself. It’s like with each snip of the scissors, more of the inner (insert name of good-looking guy here) inside me is released. For the next several days, every time I look in a mirror, I’m like, “Huh, I look pretty good.” Inevitably, however, my hair grows out, and it’s back to regular old Myles. Granted, I’m pretty good looking, but not nearly as much as (insert name of good-looking guy here).
Maybe I should start getting my hairs cut like every few weeks or something.
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