Praise Narcissus! It's day five of five, the last day in which I must avoid a mirror. The time has gone by pretty fast, and with only one or two hiccups.
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With a terrible day three behind me, I had to guarantee that day four would be better.
My first clue that something was amiss was when my coffee guy said I had a nice ass. Well, then, that's never happened before. I'm Irish. So... what gives?
If only all mornings could be this easy, I thought. But why can't they?
I'm a cheater and a liar, and good lord I need some frizz-ease. Let's go back.
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