Esmé got her haircut. There was a lot of haircut talk avant et apres. Magali said it’s like Farrah Fawcett. Esmé said who is that? Then she looked her up – after she said oh yeah. She’s thirteen years old. Ready for grade eight. When I was thirteen I played soccer for the neighbourhood next to mine, Tuxedo. One time walking home after the sun went down an older kid crossed the street and held me up with a knife. I wrote a song about it when I was about thirty. Maybe when she’s thirty she’ll write about the Farrah Fawcett haircut and we’ll have a family tradition.
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