Dear 8 pound baby Jesus (and the coloring gods):
Thank you for making me (sort of) brunette. Hopefully this will NEVER ever happen again. I hate being blonde. I mean, no offense to natural blondes, but nothing is worse than a bottle . Counting down the days until this grows out, but at least I look like myself (a little)….
A step in the right direction
Love always, 
You're Brilliant Brunette (on the inside)
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