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| The first time I saw this family I felt the freedom and whimsy blowing through their hair like a breeze cutting through a city alley, picking up hints of booze and urine and whipping them into a festive aroma. However,seeing their honest commitment to the look terrifies my soul on behalf of the young one. At least orphanages have barbers and baseball caps. |
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Once Was Quirky, Twice is Abuse
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