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The minimalism of a bobby pin—only holding what it can—but no woman will underrate its steely arms. Let me be a bobby pin in the hand of God—holding up the drooping soul of a friend. Small, but usable—never worthless, always given purpose.

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Written by

rachel-thompson

American

For You?

Written by

rachel-thompson

American

Published: Apr 3, 2012
Time: 1m

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