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Two things of import.

The first, my mother came home today and revealed that she had, a month earlier than planned, gone online and purchased me an iBook, which would arrive in five to seven business days. (Me: Huminahuminahuminawhaaaaaa?) An iBook, by the way, she can ill-afford. Good glory.

The second, I went to see erin's new apartment in Jersey City, and then over to Mint Manor, a short PATH ride indeed. I was reading my book (see left), barely noticed when three girls boarded, none older than about 12 years old. I had just braided my hair to get it off my neck, and I hear, "Can I have half your braids?" Engrossed in light-hearted tales of mysticism and religious intrigue, I barely register this until it is repeated. "Can I have half your braids?"

I look up and see see one of the girls is addressing me. "What?"

"Your braids. Can I have half? I got scissors?"

I am amused. "But you have your own braids."

She fingers her extensions. "This is horsehair. The horses asked me to stop taking they hair because they freezing they asses off. Can I have a piece of yours? I got scissors."

I giggle. "I'm kind of attached to them."

"So was the horse."

"But your look so good on you."

She finds this hard to dispute. Her friend gives me a big smile and elbows her in the side. "Can't you see she's trying to read? Let her read."

So I pretend to read, but really, I am simply entertained by this exchange for the remainder of the ride. When I get off at Harrison, the friend gives me a big smile and says, "Bye!"

Is so cute. Is so cute, no?

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