And so the pretty girl in Ferndale added sea monster green to genetically modified orange, and Hilary's hair was magically restored back to its natural color of dark chocolate brown. And so, the end.
Waiiit a second, said Hilary, walking out of the door. I just paid fifty dollars to make my hair boring.
The end.
I mean, Fuck!
And then the first person omniscient narrator whacked Hilary over the head with a mallet, and the rest was silence.
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stop spending money to change the color of your hair.
It is silly.
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