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Dear Mr. Criswell,You have the best hair ever. I mean, like, ever. Period. Samson ain't got shit on you, pal. I suppose I really don't care about grave robbers from outer space, I just really want to know:Can I have hair like you when I grow up?Sincerely,E. Fancypants
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Dear Mr. Criswell,
You have the best hair ever. I mean, like, ever. Period. Samson ain't got shit on you, pal. I suppose I really don't care about grave robbers from outer space, I just really want to know:
Can I have hair like you when I grow up?
Sincerely,
E. Fancypants
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