Aaaaa…. Ouch that hurts.
Noooooooooooo….. not me, I'm not dead. Cut the dead ones.
Ouch ouch…. I hate these once in three months things.
I hate the sharp edges.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. I'm just a few months old, why me?
Once we're cut… they'll burn us with that hot drier.
Why do we have to go through this?
Damn it.
We're safe for six more months and back to the snipping chair.
Some mirrors have ears, special ones that can hear what each strand of hair says when it comes for a haircut.
(On a mirror at the beauty salon)
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