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“It would always be a put-on, high school or not, for the whole rest of the world, for the rest of our lives. You couldn’t ever guess who someone was by the way they looked because, good or bad, the way they looked was always just a costume or an act. It was Halloween everyday, for most people anyway, just to feel like they weren’t alone, to belong, just to keep being happy maybe.”

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Hairstyles of the Damned

This book explores the evolution and significance of hairstyles that have been associated with marginalized or rebellious groups throughout history. It includes detailed analyses of the cultural and social contexts that have shaped these hairstyles, offering readers a deeper understanding of the symbolism and identity they represent. more

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Joe Meno
Joe Meno

Joe Meno is an American novelist born in 1974. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into social issues. more

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