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        Miss Patty Melon. Sat in front of me. Her long hair was menaced with split ends. I starred; fascinated. She got transferred. Then came back. I guess the other school thought we could put up with her better than they could. She received money for what she did. She got me hooked. Onto staring at my own split ends.


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