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Beside being heartily sick of being some kind of trophy for men, I had begun to feel like Cousin Itt every time I tried to dress up to go out. What was the point anymore of clothes? Still I only cut it from below my knees up to about my waist. I didn't really lop it off until 1999. 86 was going postal, really desperate to kill himself without looking as though he meant to. I got mad. It actually pulled him up out of it for a few more years....
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