Hey Mer,
I stopped dying my hair. I asked this random waitress at Denny's if she thought I was gay. I know I was totally putting her on the spot, but what the hell? She thought I was and of course I told her I wasn't. And then I asked her why? I mean, what is it about me? She said it was my hair..., shallow, I know. I was offended, I like my hair very much. I'm not gonna cut it..., I'm just gonna stop making it look like so...,white. Hiccup thought it was because I can just randomly talk to women without feeling nervous. I told him I just had a natural talent. Well, that and I'm normal. I mean c'mon, it took Hicc 2 years to actual work up the nerve to say hi to my mom.
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FanfictionL E T T E R S T O M E R "You were drowning, you were screaming for help... but I was ignorant to the splashes and I was deaf to your pleas. I want to apologize, but I don't know where to start. Besides, it's too late now." - Disclaimer: I don't ow...
