so, I was eleven years old, it was a week before my cousin's wedding. And my lovely sister cut my bangs. She cut them so short all they would do was stick straight up. Just what a sixth-grader needs in her life.
To this day my sister blames me, says I had my head bent down too far. I'm sorry, but even if I had my head bent all the way down I should at least still have some bangs.
grrrr. obviously i'm still bitter.
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