And he had a jedi braid. One that I hated with a passion. One day he called me up, and told me he was in town. And possibly getting a new hair style. I inquired what was to happen with the braid, and he said it was staying. I offered to cut it off. And somehow he agreed. So I did. And it was great feeling.
Better, yeah?
I thought so.
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Wow, how did that boy get that braid so long? One time I found one of those jedi braid boys at the velour. He was beautiful but he was also a big brat. Put me off the whole lot for good. Well done here.
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