The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
“There was some sense of satisfaction, some form of relief. Although I guess if it was my own hair, I would feel much better about it all,” he says with an awkward smile. “Do you mind?” He asks her as he places the hair beneath his nose and sniffs deeply.
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