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Personal Narrative: Blue Hair
I knew from a young age that I was different. I may have been popular and had beautiful eyes and curly blue hair, yes blue hair, it’s a long story. Anyway I just never really enjoyed doing everything everyone else loved doing. Most girls where at home watching Titanic and were crying at the fact they can’t have Leonardo DiCaprio whilst I’m at home laughing my butt off watching Psycho.
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