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[repairedbywebs]

Socrates.

You are getting your hair cut. I refuse your absurd insistance that you need to look like a fool for even another moment.

Congratulations to the wardens, of course, and to the new arrivals

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[bigmamasboy]

Me head....

[repairedbywebs]

You'll live.

You look much better.

[bigmamasboy]

S'like I'm lightheaded now, nothing's there!

[repairedbywebs]

There was never much there in the first place.

[bigmamasboy]

Yeh there was! Hair here and here and it'd get a bit on the sandy side. Well s'not all a loss that way.

[repairedbywebs]

...that's not precisely what I meant.

[bigmamasboy]

Wot else you mean?

[repairedbywebs]

...I must have really cut out your brain.