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I've Still Got It :

Just as gosh darn adorable as the days when my mom would cut my bangs before sending me off for school pictures and use christmas ribbon to tie back my hair.

(seriously mom, I know we had some lean years ... but just how darn expensive were bobblers back then?)

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