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Barbershop Practice I can feel the sharp scissors in my small handand in the other, soft wet curly black hair, I can hear the loud squeaking birds, the snoring of my grandmother and the people on the TV talking. My head feels lighter; I reach for my hair but nothing is there. Only big locks of soft black curls scattered on the tile floor. by Taylor Leigh Soma
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