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Memoirs of a Elven hairdresser...
Legolas face became disgruntled as a storm cloud was quickly approaching. The cold and warm air pressure systems would be creating even more humidity and the likeliness that his perm would make it through the night was utterly depressing. His entire day had been ruined...
~ Aesthete
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Last edited by THE Ka; 02-12-2006 at 12:12 AM.
Reason: D'Accord! 900th post!
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