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"Bro, what happened to the sex hair?"
"I washed it this morning," I answer miserably. I've looked in the mirror; I'm aware it's gone.
"Well did you reapply your product?"
"What the fuck are you talking about, Emmett?"
He chuckles into his cheeseburger and shakes his head. "Don't worry, I'm sure your girlfriend won't mind running her fingers through your hair again."
"Em, I can't show up looking like this." I push away my plate, appetite completely killed.
"All right," he says with un-Emmettlike seriousness. Suddenly, he stands. "Pay up and let's get outta here. We've got work to do."