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Red


I am a redhead, proud to be. Although no one in my family has red hair like me, I flaunt it by styling it in fancy ways My red hair has drawn attention all of my days. Although I’ve not always loved my red hair It is something I have learned to more than bear. Since the first days of my short, little, red bob, It’s something admirers have wanted to rob. Then growing up, “ginger” is what I was named, Nonetheless my red hair made me almost-famed. Now having grown to love my red locks, Maybe it will cause all the boys to flock. I love my red hair it is something I cherish, It will be with me forever until I perish.
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