I felt my female ancestors clawing their way up my throat, grappling for control of my tongue so they could look into that innocent face and sweetly tell her what a craptastic mess she had made of her hair.
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I felt my female ancestors clawing their way up my throat, grappling for control of my tongue so they could look into that innocent face and sweetly tell her what a craptastic mess she had made of her hair.