This is actually Allison's morning hair:
And this is the poem Corinne recited when she saw her:
There was a little girl, who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead,
And when she was good, she was very, very good,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
I think the author of this poem must have known Allie in another life.
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