When he had it all caught in one hand, he said, “What do I put around it?” “A scrunchie.” “A whatie?” “Scrunchie. Don't tell me you don't have a scrunchie.” “I don't even know what the hell a scrunchie is.” “It's what you use to hold up ponytails. Duh.”

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