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I am a perfect person. I must be. Perfect haircuts, breakfast, person. I have to be perfect. The stuble above my chin was removed, then the cheek, then the neck. I dont accept anything less than perfection. My house is perfect, my clothing, schedule, my mannerism. And now my b- NO. I missed a spot. I couldn't handle it so I made it even. I went out and my skull showed through.
End 6. I didnt like this one.
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