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					<description><![CDATA[<p>As a child, I used to wear pants on my head. I mean that quite literally. When I was daydreaming and playing pretend, I&#8217;d wrap the waistband around my head and secure it with a belt before continuing with my play. The pant legs acted as strands of hair. I threw them back and forth over my shoulder, twisted the legs into a braid, and then undid it all to let my &#8220;tresses&#8221; fall behind me. When I got older, my brother consistently reminded me of this game I played. I promptly reminded him that he used to join me.</p>
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