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"You should give me the address of your barber."

"Does it look good?" I ran my fingers over what was left of my hair.

"Nah. I wanted to avoid the one who did such an awful job."

My fingers stopped as if it touched something icky. "Don't worry. It's men-only." Not the best of come-back, I know. She already had the twinkle in her eyes which appears when she knows she had won.

A short shriek from doorway. I sighed and muttered to myself, "Great." It's going to be rough couple of days for me between the two of them.

I turned towards the doorway and asked to my still-giggling former friend, "What?"

"Why?"

"So that I can see the shape of my head"

"So, why didn't you shave your head altogether?"

"I'm pretty sure there is 666 engraved beneath this."

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