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		<title>Not my Daughter</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>“Sit still.” I braced myself for the familiar sting of the plastic comb against some vulnerably-exposed area of my head, neck or shoulders. A few seconds passed and I slowly opened my clenched fists and eyes, relaxed my hunched shoulders, and tried my best not to move as I silently praised God for another escape of the rod (or, in this case, comb) of correction. I’d had plenty of time to get the energy and jitters out, as I was always third in the line-up to get my hair done &#8211; whether it was braids, a perm, a Jheri-curl. I</p>
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