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"What have you done?"
My sister shrugged.
"But your hair..."
She smiled and shrugged again.
"Is something wrong?"
She shook her head and mumbled something about a sign.
"What sign?"
She was moving on, away from vanity.
Being a shampoo model had been very profitable for her.
"What about your job?"
She looked at me.
"No, no no."
My hair is now long enough for me to take her old job. I'll get my own place and I'll be filthy rich. Life is a lot simpler than we think. It just takes a bit longer when we're talking about hair.
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