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Comb in one hand, shears in the other, I move behind him. It's borderline chaos back here. My guess is it's been growing for months unchecked. Or else the last girl completely fucked him over. I hope for the former.
"How long's it been since your last cut?"
He responds to the mirror sheepishly, "Oh…um… a while."
"Something bad happen?" Snip, snip, snip.
"Are you familiar with Samson and Delilah?" he asks with a playful grimace.
"Sure. I aced my Old Testament course at Cosmetology School."
He guffaws appreciatively. Well, well, well… there is a sense of humor in there.