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my hair is red again. like two years ago. i hope everything goes back to how it was two years ago. i hope i don't actually have to leave in two months. i will miss my room and my green shag rug and my blue ceiling and all my pictures and my rolling stones poster and my bed and my dog and my red desk and my big lamp and my sewing machine and my brothers and my family and all my friends. and my magic bullet. let's all go to the beach.