“Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your ha-air!” intoned a seven-year-old boy at the bottom of my blue carpeted staircase. I threw the braided collection of scarves over the metal railings. My younger sister decked out in the gold spattered skirt from our dress-up collection, cackled and pretended to throw the awkward young prince into the “thorns” below. Aft…
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