When I was really little, I used to ask my sister to tell me this. Even when it didn't make sense. Especially since she was younger and smaller, and half the time I thought that I knew a lot more than she did (I didn't and still don't). But for some reason when she said this, I would breathe. And breathing is important.
So everything will be okay, really. And smile people, it won't mess up your hair. Promise.
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