by rawclyde

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Chapter Four

     His hair was so long ~ it was so long that it must have been one jubilant roller-coaster ride for lady bugs.  It was so long that it flowed like a river, a dream, a legend.  I mean, the dusty split-ends of his hair brushed against the heels of his worn work boots as he sauntered up to Ruthie.  His hair was that long.

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