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“So got anything else planned for today?”
J- “No…Just this”
“Quiet day huh?”
J- “Mmmm…”
“Hmmmmmm…”
Not the most enthralling snippet of conversation I’ll admit, but one that happens every 6 months with me, as I am having my hair doused in a few degrees too hot water, rinsing strange unheard of product out of my hair. Yes, today, I crossed the border and entered the unknown land of scissors, shampoos and squeaky floors, otherwise known as The Hairdressers.
