a conversation i wrote in my journal because i loved it so much. not even involving me.
(at the airport)
man: "shoot, i forgot my razor. now my face is going to get all hairy."
son: "it's okay, daddy. when you die, all your hair falls out anyway."
man: "no, i don't think so. i think your hair keeps growing after you die."
son: ".......well, it will keep your face warm, anyway."
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