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okay girls, here's one:I was 16 and my mom made me an appointment with this old old old hairstylist who didn't even try to cut my hair how I wanted it. Anyway, I watched as she teased my hair and sprayed it over and over with gallons of smelly, cheap hairspray. When she was done I was horrified to see my 16 year old face in the mirror framed with old lady hair. I meekly paid her and tried to drive home while laughing hysterically at my ugly granny hair. When I got home nobody was there. The fireplace was making a strange noise so l went to check inside to see what was wrong. Without thinking I opened the fireplace and my face was almost incinerated as I heard my hair and the hairspray sizzle in a ball of flame. Somehow the fire burned itself out and I cried in the mirror, realizing that not only had my hair burned, but also my eyelashes and eyebrows as well. I spent the evening sitting in the bathroom sink crying and trying to clip out all the singed patches of hair. I wound up painting on eyelashes and brows on my face. I went through the rest of the school year with birthcontrol hair. It taught me that no matter how bad things get, they can always get worse.
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