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He Cut His Hair on My Watch

My little brother cut his hair on my watch I decided to fix it, the best I could do. He was squirming, it’s uneven, a job of botch. Not my fault I told my mom, blame it on Hugh. Hugh is three, mama said. I blame you, you, you. That made me angry, now I am irritated with Hugh. When a little bro cuts his hair, what’s a big brother to do? I have to tell you, now we are both in the doghouse too.

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