A seven year old girl comes up to me and grabs hold of my longest dread which happens to be child grabbing length and says is this really your hair... I wanted to say no it belongs to Whoopi Goldberg or something like that but I didn’t, perhaps there will be a place for me in heaven after all, she then says what does it smell like and takes a sniff of it before pushing it under my nose and running off.
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