Turn the Kujaku bag inside out. Well, duh. My brilliance is only surpassed by my dimness. This is like the time I got a short hair cut and the stylist combed it straight forward. I looked like my little brother when he was a child. I walked around for almost a week like that. I was depressed. I got lots of sympathy. Then I combed it backward, et voila! my normal, nice, bouncy, wavy, & might I add, brown, hair was back.
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