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Doing laundry at Sparkles [152]
Doing laundry at Sparkles
Your head rises into the stratosphere, white haired and unruly. You turn grey at your base, a dark omen glowering. They tell me to ignore you. But I know your kind. You'll promise to go away then pommel us with hailstones. I never trust those who hold their heads so high.
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