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i should get out the box of crap my mother saved from my formative years.
edit: found the box. glad i did. here are some of the highlights from an end-of-year essay dictated to my kindergarten teacher dated 2 june 1996:
"my hair is just funky. my hair gets all floppy all the time now."
"i really just like to watch t.v. with my socks off at home."
"i like to play sports like rollerblading even though i've never done it."
"my parents think i'm special because my hair is so long."
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