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Grooming by Andrew. T Sayre

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My alarm clock rings.  It wakes me up.  I sit up in bed, and run my fingers through my hair.  I have such pretty hair.  Everyone thinks so.  They’re all so jealous of it, they never tell me how much they like my hair, but I can tell.  I can see it in their eyes.

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