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Who's Responsible for this Shit?
- Will
- San Francisco, United States
- As a youthful and impressionable unicorn, I had my share of passing fancies. For the longest time I'd hoped to master the intricacies and deadly skills of ninjitsu to no avail. My master, a descendant of a long and clandestine line of ninja, rebuffed my training -- claiming my long legs and flowing locks would be a dead giveaway no matter how much black I wore.
On that same fateful night, I swore to never fall in love with a photographer ever again.