Here I am at 14 with my pop. (I always carried a comb back then, and there it is in my mouth).
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2 comments:
Lovely image.
And you that lived the experience: Having the urge of being perpetually well combed worth the effort of carrying a comb all the time?
Boy Annie sure LOOKS LIKE YOU HERE!! beauty doesn't fall far from the tree!!
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