George walks into my private barbershop and sits down with apprehension...almost fear. It's been years since his hair was any shorter than the brow line, and for most of that time it's been much longer than that, but today he's been instructed to come here for a radical change.
An emerald green cape is cast around him, to really make the copious amounts of hair pop once I've finished cutting it off. I spend a good fifteen-twenty minutes just playing with his hair, combing through it over and over, almost teasing him with the inevitable shearing he's about to receive. Finally, I use my comb to brush the top into a horseshoe parting, with his thick heavy fringe covering his eyes and obscuring his vision. The chair is turned away from the mirror, and his chin is pushed to his chest firmly. The clippers roar to life.
He startles a little as the bare blades, no guard in sight, dig into his nape and climb resolutely to the crown. A huge hank of silky brown hair slides away onto his shoulder before tumbling down to his lap. The AC tickles the now bare skin, and he shivers, but I've only just begun. Over and over the clippers drive into thick, healthy locks and peel them all away to reveal nothing but a five o'clock shadow. He can surely feel the weight of all that hair piling up in his lap, but he remains silent, perhaps in shock.
The sides and the back finished, I unclip the top, and first attack it with scissors. Leaving the bangs for last, I hack off eight inch pieces bit by bit, allowing the severed hair to fall and join the ever growing mound in his lap. At last, I slide the shears under the fringe and snip, snip, snip right below the forehead, his beautiful fringe sliding lifelessly to the cape. The clippers return, with a #1 guard attached, and whatever hair remained on the top is quickly stripped away with a few quick passes, little shavings tumbling down.
When I'm sure none remain, he's finally allowed to see what I've done, to stare at the shorn hair piled in his lap, the pale scalp where minutes before there was luscious hair, and I dramatically remove the cape to let it all hit the floor with a dull thud. A nice head massage follows, to soothe his shaken mind ever so slightly, before I send him on his way, many pounds lighter than when he entered.
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i have not finished the fallout show yet but it's so funny how they keep talking about norm being younger, the overseer lady calls him a boy and young and lucy is so protective of her little brother she hides him in a bunker when the vault is attacked as though he cant handle himself but norm is like. A full grown man. he has a five o clock shadow. That is an adult man. he is 43 with a wife and 2 children and a mortgage.
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I feel like a jerk, but this one celebrity crush I’ve lately been having slightly for a few days looks so cute on the most recent movie where he’s in but irl he has an ugly ass haircut and I’m shattereddd hajskskskkdkd 😭😭😭
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