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Hair Talk in Brooklyn

 While waiting for a friend at Peaches restaurant, I overhear the woman in dreads recount with awe how a man just walked up to her and ran his fingers through her hair. ” But then I just feel my hair just lift up and drop against my shoulder and I just lost it. I  lost my mind. I said to him ‘complete stranger, can you please never fucking touch me again!?” She and roommate shared their hair stories and the culture of weaves. Anicka is from Washington, D.C. and her roommate Jamie is from South Carolina. They moved here like many to get closer to their career dreams.

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