On the train yesterday, these two girls were talking about their dates from the previous evening. One said, "He was sooooo bald," and then saw me watching them.
"Sorry," she said to me, as if I had a life-threatening disease.
"It's okay," I responded, "I think I'm gonna make it."
harris
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The Count's hair has retreated in recent years to the point that a few strands still wave, o'er the head of white and the mind of me. This is just awful. The Count must stop here. My best Count Sneaky
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