R.I.P. (not)

Somewhere in a little district named Thane is a hairdresser whose hair is going to start falling out. Soon. Really soon. In strange fancy patterns. And then he's going to kill himself. And he's going to be turning in his grave, thinking of all the haircuts he's screwed up in his life.

Bastard.

 

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