It all started with a bad haircut.
We met on a disastrous date, where the only thing more painful than the conversation was the haircut that made me look like I stuck my finger in a socket.
Her name was Bertha, and she thought she was a good listener, but little did she know, she was just a good excuse for me to practice my venting skills.
But, as the night went on, we found ourselves lost in the park, arguing about the meaning of life, the universe, and the best way to get to the 7-11.
And that, my friends, was the start of it all.
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