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I got a haircut. I looked at it in the mirror, and it looks nothing like Hitler’s. That’s the mark of a good haircut.
There was a guy in the town I grew up in who always looked like Hitler. Charitably*, I blamed the haircut. Why he grew the mustache– that is a conundrum.
*I suppose this was not so charitable toward whoever cut his hair. Then again, that person was probably a Nazi.