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Every Sunday, I have my hair trimmed. Since all of my hair grows so fast, as I do, I have to take excellent care of myself.

I am seated in a chair in the bathroom. Having taken a shower shortly before, my body is wrapped in a bathrobe. A towel is placed around my shoulders. Aunt Alice is brushing my wet hair. I am on the verge of telling her to cut it shorter than usual. But nothing comes out of my mouth.

Another change in my life would be amazing.

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