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The Hairdresser

I sat on the white plastic chair, staring at the thick black mass that was my hair when she walked in. I readied myself for the usual and she did not disappoint. Like every hairdresser before her she exclaimed, “Ehn? Is this real? Is this your hair?” ...Read More

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