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Thursday, July 03, 2008
One of my nieces is flat ironing the other's hair.
The smell reminds me of getting my hair pressed on Saturday nights long ago.
Other things are familiar.
I hear oil sizzling in her hair.
She just said ouch.
I wish she'd hurry up and finish.
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