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Today Joan got in early and cut my hair. I like it straight and right under the ears. It always amazes me how good a hairdresser she is when she obviously never even trim her split ends. She is a strange scruffy young woman that one, but I like her. And I can no longer cut my own hair. My hands are so crooked and swollen, I can no longer take my rings off. Sometimes Joan massages my claw-like fingers with lotion. She says they feel like prayer beads under her smooth white fingertips. She is a cheeky young woman that one.
