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A Curious Hairdresser

I saw her standing on the corner of 5th street and 9th ave near Bob’s Barber Shop.I gazed upon her with wide eyes as she took a diminutive drag from her cigarette and briefly exhaled. I could tell she was perplexed by the jittery way she fidgeted. Cautiously I crossed over to the corner where she stood, and approached the fussy smoker and with utter lack of elegance and sense i took her free hand and placed upon it a soft kiss. She jerked her hand away from my puckered lips and walloped me right in the kisser, causing me to become dizzy and faint. The next thing I remember is the smell of pomegranate and tobacco and the sound of a bad Led Zeppelin cover band.

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