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    • There’s a story to that…

      When K was in first grade, her father took her to the barber to have her hair cut. She was wearing a snazzy new outfit; navy stretch pants with a navy and yellow striped shirt. Half-way through the haircut, her father looked up from his newspaper. “What are you doing to my daughter?” The poor barber, given her outfit, assumed she was a boy and was half-way through a boy’s cut.

      Fast foreword. Senior year in college, she had her hair cut. Except for occasional trims which her grandmother required, that was the first time she had had it cut since the first grade.

      So, yes, her hair was long. It had not been cut in 10 years!

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