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I want to tell you a story. When I first got to college, my best friend and I went to a party. I had recently had my heart broken, as only a high-schooler can — and, like many with a broken heart, I tried to fix it with a haircut. I went to the local salon and got it all cut off. My hair is not meant for that, especially in a world before Brazilian blowouts and keratin treatments. So I was at a party, brokenhearted, with a terrible haircut and, if I’m being honest, I think a
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