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Why I should never go to bed without having straightened my hair: when I woke up this morning the front of my parting had decided to move over more, giving me a sort of emo fringe, and the ends of my hair are flicking up. Clearly my hair has a sekrit ambition to be just like Allelujah's. If Allelujah had a more 70s hairstyle. Only of course it then started raining when I walked into town, so now I look like 70s-Allelujah-who-stuck-a-fork-in-a-plug-socket.
Woe is me.
Woe is me.