When I'm brushing my beloved tooth, bubbles hit my hair.
When the wind blew, my hair would stand and dance disco.
When I awakes from my sweet dreams, I feel strands of hairs on my tongue.
Which seems like- I eat it.
I suppose I will probably choke with the hair someday, to death.
So why didn't I cut it short?
If I did, I will definitely become a guy , and I have already behave like a man.
I sneeze like a man, walk like a man, eat like a man and sleep like a man.
Totally ...