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The super-pro actor whose hair I mistreated came through my city to do a show.
I saw her face at the bottom of a poster in the window of my corner store.
I left her a gift certificate to a hairdresser (Zina) at the theater. “Has your cousin forgiven me, yet?”
She laughed (but didn’t say yes…).
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