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Foul is Fair
In the morning I put on going-out makeup, and I go to Nailed It with a coffee so hot it burns my throat. The old lady gives me new nails and looks at the bruises on my neck and the scratches across my face, but she doesn't say anything. So I point at my hair, and I say, This color. You know what it's ca...
Total excl. delivery $21.00 NZD