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The Hair He Got From His Father

I'm not sure if he slept last night, or snuck out into the desert, diguised himself as a tiny saguaro and allowed birds to build a nest on his head. Both are equally plausible.

What? What are you staring at? Is there something on my head? Why are you laughing?

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