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Thursday, January 15, 2015
Appetite suppressant
I order a pizza, eat half that night...The next morning I reheat some more for breakie. As I chewed, I felt something tickle the back of my throat. Was it stringy melted cheese? No. It was a long black hair. I have short blonde hair. WTF! —#hairnet
