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Chapter Twenty Three
Alelu Miami And The Leather Pants
Alelu looked at herself critically in her small mirror. "It will do," she said as she admired her crude haircut and the other changes she had made. Her waist-length hair lay in a mass on the floor beside her stool. Her head felt strange, light, and cold. She had been born with a full head of hair, and had never had more than a trim in all her short life. She felt free.
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