Don't leave me
Seeing as I'm only nineteen, God's clearly made some sort of horrible mistake. How do I rectify this?
I don't want hearsay or conjecture - all I'm asking for are some guaranteed reliable fixes for a broken hairline.
Note, I don't actually go out with it like that, I'll comb it into something more acceptable. That is not the solution I'm asking for here.
Display Stand â€” "You can put anything you like here, except naughty things."