Mar 16, 2009
a hairdresser
tonight i was wandering around a city which kept changing from Rzeszów to Kraków and vice versa. i remember that i told my father i had to visit a hairdresser. and i did so. the hairdresser was a middle-aged woman. she asked me what i wanted to do with my hair. suddenly, i realized that i only wanted them to grow longer.
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