As I walked to the office, my barber was washing his windows. Down the road the window cleaner was changing a tyre on his van. I jammed my hat down tight on my head in case the AA man came at me with scissors.
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The golden flecks that shone through her mum’s hair were real gold. Her dad was a barber and said so. So why did he keep working?
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