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The weird hair that's been floating around killed the guy downstairs who owns the tea shop. Apparently he tripped over a piece and busted his face on the pavement. He had that one disease where bones are brittle and break very easily. Deliciously hilarious. Except, now he's dead, which means no more free tea. D: <-- That is my sad face. I'll be wearing it when I go to his funeral. For about ten seconds. Hopefully it's not in a church. Those things are nasty.
Honestly, death by HAIR? How do you put that in the obituary in the newspapers? Is that classified as dying of natural causes? Or is that just a freak accident?
Whatever. I'm having cake.
Hey! That thing you brought home. Will it be flammable after you're done with it?
Honestly, death by HAIR? How do you put that in the obituary in the newspapers? Is that classified as dying of natural causes? Or is that just a freak accident?
Whatever. I'm having cake.
Hey! That thing you brought home. Will it be flammable after you're done with it?