So the day finally happened - I had to get a haircut. Far far away from Emiko. I know everyone I know is cognizant of my separation anxiety from her, and I searched and searched but in the end I just chose a place near me, across the street. It's a salon where all the cutters are women (I have a phobia with mail hair stylists) and here's the result. I wasn't unhappy with it - actually let me say that I like it. She listened to me, and understood. Michele, her name is, not my bell. Just like the First Lady, but with less jaw. She is one of those rocker chicks, with red-streaked black hair and tattoos. What do you all think...
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