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Want Me to Brush Your Hair
I was home from college for the summer, for the third year. My sister Cecilia was on her first. We both vaguely thought about getting summer jobs, but the first couple weeks melted away without much effort. We were smart kids, both on full scholarships, with stipends, so we were equally lazy about it. We spent our days like sloths. The main problem for me was my serious girlfriend, who summered with her family, a thousand miles away from me. We'd been together for two years, having...