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LADY CORDELIA

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My dear friend and I

By Naomi Lissa M. Cruz | February 1, 2004 - 12:00am

In the summer of 1999, I met an 11-year-old girl of Canadian descent, with red tresses braided in ponytails and freckles across her face. Her strong dislike for the color of her hair was only equaled by her pride...

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