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Monday, September 6, 2010


I am standing at a restaurant entrance waiting to be seated. A young man behind me walks up to my side and runs his hand across my back. I turn my head to look at him and he has no face. His hair was a sandy color.

I am surrounded by a group of teenage Japanese girls in one of their bedrooms. They just cut and dyed my hair. I have straight across bangs that are shaped like a downward facing arrow at my nose. My hair is a silver/light grey color. I'm talking on my cell phone and taking pictures of it to show my sister.

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