A Reverend, a dog & a 500lb mirror walk into a bar
I stood there for an embarrassingly long time staring in the mirror at the tuft of hair on the crown of my head that refuses to lay flat. And in the midst of cursing the cowlick gods, I gasped – I would’ve clutched my pearls if I were wearing any – at the realization that…
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