Lady Luck

You wound me. You know I need no further chemical assistence. The damage has long since been done.

You do speak the truth. Lovely as you are, even your indescribable beauty pales before that of the Hat. One must hope it never comes putting a choice to it; our fragile martrimony might once again find itself in dire straights.

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It is all right, I have my own cunning headwear for when it is cold. Your Hat may be Stunning, but I have a Fluffy coat. Behold!

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Curses. Now your head shall be as warm as mine!

Clearly I must formulate another plan.

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Ah, do not fret my love. The warmer my head, the less chance for communicable diseases. While it's always entertaining to sneeze and have something randomly bad happen, I'd rather not have to explain to Mr. Marko why I broke another desk. Again.

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You could get some Really Awesome Hair? Except Jennie really has better hair then you do...

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Lots of us have better hair than Marius. Particularly right now.

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Right now, MY hair is better than Marius.

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That's true.

Mine, of course, is always better than Marius's.

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And of course, mine triumphs overall.

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Oh I think not. My hair is clearly superior to yours.

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While you do possess truly fantastic tresses, I'm afraid I win here simply for originality and versatility.

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I think it's clear that my hair wins for best overall. Yours however does do nicely in the most versatile category.

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Ah you are merely jealous that I posess the ability to look gorgeous as a blonde, brunette and redhead.

I have even pulled off purple.

It's the green that we shall never ever speak of again.

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Actually I was just thinking that I'm glad my natural hair color doesn't require all the extensive help that yours does. It's just beautiful without effort.

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I would argue, but my natural hair color seems to slip my mind.

Hold up, ah-hah, consulting old photos, it was a very fabulous light brown. Of course, this is when I was eleven.

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I say we have a competition. Whosoever's hair is most pleasant to run ones fingers through shall be declared the winner.

I volunteer myself as judge.

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Marius has a mop.

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That time is passed. Although now that you bring it up that would be rather a handy use for the dreads, wouldn't it? Perhaps I shall call a man. It would lend a pleasant personal touch to housekeeping.

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Did Kyle just insult my luxurious tresses, now sadly maimed before their time? Mate, did you or did you not once hack yours off above the ears for reasons of a good kicking?

Terry, however, I concede shall win forevermore at Hair.

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Of course I do. People would kill to have hair like mine.

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I find it inexcusable that of the physical mutations I was able to absorb in your year of selfless donations, your fabulous hair did not number among them.

Truly my heart is rent in twain. This I shall solve with another dance.

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My hair is no mutation. I got it from my mother.

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As I did mine.

Although as you have met my mother I cannot safely claim it has no association with mutancy.

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