Hair
One day I was waiting for my mother to pick me up from school and I was talking to my friend Summer6521. The wind was blowing and since Summer has very long hair, it was getting in her face constantly. So she took out a brush and said, "I don't care what it looks like." "So I guess you don't hair about it?"
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