Strawberry William was like a lot of young men these days: he hated to shampoo his hair. Unless, that is, he had the most lubricating and emollient-rich shampoos to use.
Dear Strawberry,
You don't know me but I'm the fellow in the mirror. Everything about me is the mirror image of you. When your hair is greasy, mine is greasy too except on opposite sides. Will you wash your hair today with whatever shampoo is available? Or will we go another day looking like this and not leaving the house? Are you waiting for that box to arrive in the mail with the sweet potato pie turtle cream with essence of acorns and windswept valleys shampoo and conditioner in one to arrive? Just use the Suave and let's go do something. Maybe take the city bus uptown and drink a malt and people watch. Or maybe for a bike ride and a sandwich and a soda. I don't want to be your mirror image today unless there is some shampoo involved.
Love,
Resmond
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