The Octopus Garden by Shant

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In North Carolina there are a chain of stores called The Octopus Garden. These shops may be in other states as well. It is still not legal to buy marijuana in NC, but these shops sold all the things you needed to smoke, except for the pot. You could buy rolling papers, pipes, screens, bongs, etc.

I had been over to a friend’s house and we got a little high and I had a good buzz on. I headed home and decided to stop and get some screens for my pipe at the new Octopus Garden, which was only a little more than a mile from my house.

The shop is really just one room. There was only one guy working and there were no customers. I did a double take when I first saw him. I assumed he was in his early 20’s. He was a really good looking guy. I’m sure he turned a lot of heads.

The thing that made him really stand out was his hair. It was beautiful. It was a deep, dark brown, almost perfectly straight. He used some type of product that really made his hair shine and look darker. He had it combed into one of the most fantastic looking pompadours I had ever seen.

The sides had to be at least four inches long and the top was easily over six inches. He had the sides all brushed up and back, with the top all brushed up and back to the right.

His hair was so thick that it stood up at least four inches high on top. Every hair was perfectly in place, and I had to stop myself from not just standing there and staring at his hair.

I guess it was because I had a good buzz on, and I was in a pot shop after all, that I just blurted out and said, "I started out being a barber, and I have to tell you that you have one of the best looking pompadours I have ever seen."

"Not many guys can really pull off a great looking pompadour. The thicker the hair is, and the more body it has to make it stand up, the more fantastic the pompadour looks. Your pompadour is definitely one of the best I’ve seen in a very long time. Your hair really looks awesome."

The guy had a huge smile on his face when I said that. "Thanks," he said. "I’m really into my hair, and I love it even more, the longer it gets. Right now, it is about the longest I have ever had it. I figure as long as the pompadour can keep its shape and stay in place, that I’m going to continue growing it as long as I think it still looks good."

"I know how lucky I am to have such great hair. I love running my hands through it all the time because it is so thick and getting so long. I’m Eric, by the way," he said.

"I’m Mike," I replied. "I live just a mile down the road and I thought I’d stop in and get some screens. You know, you can never have too many screens." Eric laughed when I said that.

"Do you still cut hair?" Eric asked me.

"I cut hair full time for almost ten years," I said. "I loved getting a guy with a great head of hair in my chair, especially if he wanted a different looking haircut."

"I discovered I really only liked cutting hair if the guy had a good head of hair. Unfortunately, the majority of haircuts were just average looking haircuts, and were pretty boring to do."

"I’ve continued to cut more than a dozen guys hair for them since I closed the shop. One thing they all have in common is that they all have great hair, and most of them like to change their hairstyle quite often."

"I imagine you’ve been going to the same barber for a long time. Once you find a barber you like, you stay with him. He’s a lucky fellow having you sit in his chair."

"At times like this, I wish I still had my shop. I would have loved to have you come in and sit in my chair, and just comb your hair several different ways, and see how I could get it to look."

"It would be fun to comb it to the opposite side, or all straight back with no part at all. I would have liked seeing what I could do with all that hair you have on top. I’d like to see how big a wave I could comb in the front, instead of you combing it all straight back."

"I’m probably making a fool of myself. Sorry, if I’ve been rambling on and on. I partied with some friends, and I think I may have taken one or two tokes too many. When I get really high, I start babbling. Your hair just caught me by surprise because it’s so fantastic looking."

"No problem," Eric said. "I really like it when someone tells me how awesome my hair looks. When I get it cut, I love my barber spending a lot of time combing and brushing it. He says that getting to run his hands through my hair is one of the things he enjoys doing the most."

"I know it’s vain to say, but I really love my hair. I’ve never had anyone other than a barber comb or brush it, though. I’ve always wanted to have someone do that for me, but it’s never happened. I would love having someone play with my hair."

Eric surprised me when he said, "We are both obviously into great hair. Seeing that you’re a barber, would you like to comb and brush my hair for me sometime?"

"From what you just said, it certainly sounds like you would like to do it, and I know I would enjoy having you do it. It would be fun seeing how different you could get my hair to look," he said with a big smile.

"That would be great," I said. "You certainly don’t have to ask me twice. You have so much beautiful hair that it would be a blast seeing all the different ways I could style it. Here’s my card. Call me if you’d ever like to get together."

About a week passed and I heard nothing from Eric. It didn’t surprise me. I figured that night was just a one time conversation and nothing would come of it. I did look forward to going back to the shop and seeing him again, though.

It was a Wednesday night. My phone rang, and much to my surprise, it was Eric.

"How you doing?" he said. "It’s been pretty slow here and I’ve been bored out of my mind. I thought I’d call and see if you felt like getting together when I get off work?"

"Sure. It would be great to have some company. Why don’t you come over to my house once you close the shop? I only live a mile from where you are," I said.

"Sounds good to me," Eric said. "The shop closes at 9:00, so I’ll see you around 9:30."

I was looking forward to Eric coming over because I really had no idea how the evening would go. I figured at the very least, I would get to spend time drooling over how wonderful his hair looked.

At exactly 9:30, there was a knock at my door. I opened the door, and there stood Eric, with every hair perfectly in place.

His hair was slightly damp, so I knew he had spent some time working on his hair, getting it to look perfect before he came over. That made me feel hopeful that I might get my hands in his mane.

"Come on in," I said. "It’s good to see you again. How about if we take a drink out on the deck and get to know each other better?" It was a beautiful, cool evening, and it was fantastic sitting outside at night.

"Sounds great to me," Eric said. We sat down and started telling each other a little about ourselves. "So, tell me about your family. Do you have any brothers or sisters?" I asked.

"I have a brother that is two years old than me. We’ve always had a great relationship and have always been each other’s best friend."

"Despite being so close, we are actually pretty much opposites of each other. When Brian entered high school, he immediately joined ROTC. At that early an age, he knew he wanted to join the marines after he graduated, and make it a full time career."

"We’re the same size and his hair is just like mine, only he has always worn his hair very short. During my high school and college days, he would always good naturedly tease me about my hair being so long. He never combed or brushed my hair, but he was always trying to talk me into cutting it."

"More than a few times, he would come up to me and grab a handful of my hair and pull out a pair of scissors and open and close them next to my ear, so I could hear the cutting sound they made."

"Come on Eric. Let me cut some of those pretty locks of your’s down shorter. I’ve never seen you with short hair. I’d like to see you with a haircut just like mine!" he would say with a big smile.

"I knew he was just kidding around and would never actually cut my hair, but the thought of him doing it both scared and excited me. It was really a rush to think about."

We continued talking and were having a really good time. I was 36, twelve years older than Eric, and the age difference didn’t seem to matter at all.

We smoked a joint and were both really high. I decided that now was the perfect time to bring up combing his hair. I felt fairly certain that Eric really wanted me to play with his mane, and was just waiting for me to bring up the subject.

"Have you thought any more about me brushing and combing your hair? I’m hoping that’s one of the reasons you called. Your hair is just so fantastic looking that it would be awesome combing it. I would love to see all the different ways I could get it to look."

"I was hoping you would still be interested in combing my hair for me," Eric said. "We hit it off so great the night we met. I guess because you’re a barber, I didn’t feel self-conscious at all talking about how much I love my hair. The conversation we had made it pretty obvious that we are both into great hair. I had never talked with anyone about how much I love my hair before, but with you, it just felt comfortable."

"I turned one of my guest bedrooms into a barbershop," I said. "Let’s go up there and I can get you to sit in my barber chair." When I closed the shop, I had kept the chair and placed it near the center of the room I had turned into my barbershop.

There were three foot tall shelves around most of the room. The walls above the shelves were all mirrors. When you sat in the barber chair, you could see yourself from every angle. "I had all the mirrors installed because most of the guys like seeing themselves getting their hair cut, especially if I am giving them a new hairstyle," I said.

I had Eric sit down in my barber chair and I first started by running my hands all through his hair. I would place my hands at the front of his temple on each side and then run them all the way to the back. I could totally bury my hands in his hair. I did the same thing to the sides.

His hair was so long and so thick that I immediately had a hard on. I kept running my hands through his hair over and over again, seeing how high I could get the sides and the top to stand up. His hair was so awesome. I couldn’t keep my hands out of it. I could see by the big smile on Eric’s face that he was also really enjoying himself.

I started brushing his hair the way he wore it. His hair was even longer than I thought it was. It was so sensual getting my hands in his beautiful hair. I bet that only one guy in a thousand had as good a head of hair as Eric did. It really was that gorgeous. "Your hair is so fantastic. I love getting to run my hands through it, especially with it being so long on top. It is just so thick and healthy looking. I really like how it shines. How long is your hair now, anyway?" I asked.

"You know, I haven’t measured it in a long time," he said. "I’m really not sure how long it is."

"I think I have a tape measure here somewhere. Let me go and see if I can find it." I went into the kitchen, and sure enough, there it was in a drawer.

I came back to where Eric was sitting and continued to comb his hair. I then combed the top all straight forward. It totally covered his eyes and just reached his chin. I measured it and it was eight inches long.

"I can’t believe my hair is that long!" he said. "I’ve been thinking that maybe I should get the ends trimmed up a little, and now I know why. It’s starting to look a little unruly in a few places. I really don’t want more than half an inch cut off because I want to keep growing it longer."

"Many times, my barber has jokingly threatened to cut my hair really short. He says it’s just getting way too long, and he would have a blast cutting it."

"I’m not 100% sure that I totally trust him anymore. Over time, he’s given me a few shorter haircuts than I wanted, and he definitely knew he was cutting it shorter than I had told him to cut it."

"Even when I told him he had cut my hair too short, it didn’t seem to bother him, because every once in awhile, he would do it again. I only get my hair cut every three or four months, so he’s always eager to get his hands in it. The longer my hair is, the more he tries to convince me to cut it short."

"I’m afraid that sometime he just might go for it, and give me a really short haircut, even though he knows I would never want my hair that short. If I told him I just wanted a slight trim, with no more than half an inch coming off, I’m not really certain that’s the way he would cut it."

Eric then said, "Would you like to trim the ends for me? I think I can trust you not to take off any more than half an inch, can’t I?"

"I give you my word I would not take off more than half an inch. I’m looking forward to seeing how long you will continue to grow your hair. It is so thick and has such great body, that I don’t blame you for wanting to keep growing it longer."

I caped Eric up. I was not going to waste any time before starting the haircut in case he changed his mind. I then took a brush and brushed his elaborate pompadour.

I took a spray bottle and slightly wet his hair and then took a wide tooth comb and combed his pompadour, making sure that every hair was in place. It was so fantastic to finally get my hands in his great hair.

I switched to a regular comb, and starting at the very front, lifted a section straight up and cut off half an inch. That’s not a lot of hair, but he had so much thick hair that it took me over thirty minutes to trim just the ends of his locks. I couldn’t be any more turned on having my hands in his luscious mane.

When I finished trimming his hair, a person would never even know that I had cut it, but both Eric and I could see that it looked much better. You could see the ends were all evenly trimmed.

"I really think it looks so much better just by having you clean it up a little," Eric said. "Any chance you might want to add me to your list of customers?"

"Getting to cut your hair on a regular basis would be a privilege. You have the best looking hair of all the guys that I cut. I would love cutting your hair for you all the time."

We fell into a routine and about once every two weeks, Eric would come over after he closed the shop. We’d get high and just hang out for awhile, and then the hair playing would begin.

Eric loved having me comb and brush his hair as much as I enjoyed getting to do it. He would have the biggest smile all the time as he watched me bury my hands in his beautiful mane and then run my hands through it over and over again before I brushed it the way I wanted it to look.

One night while I was brushing his hair, he said to me, "You know how much I love having you comb and brush my hair. I really enjoy seeing all the different ways you make it look. I think it’s great that we can be so comfortable around each other and have such fun."

"You know, as much as I love great hair, I’ve only combed a few guy’s hair. I like trying all different looks when I comb my own hair, and I know it would be a lot of fun getting to do that to someone else," he said with a smile. I smiled to myself, knowing where this conversation was heading.

"You know, you’ve got a really great head of hair yourself. I always look forward when we get together and I get to see your hair. It always looks so sharp. Would you be okay with letting me comb and brush it? I’d really enjoy doing it. I’d like to see how I could make your hair look, too."

"Sure, that only seems fair seeing that I have so much fun getting my hands in your hair. I haven’t had anyone comb or brush my hair in a long time. I know I’ll enjoy it. I know you’re into great hair as much as I am. Go ahead, and have a great time."

My hair was a sandy blonde color. Like Eric’s, it was very thick and had great body. It was about four inches long on top and around two inches on the sides.

I sat down in my barber chair. I knew I was going to enjoy watching Eric comb my hair. He started off with a comb and ever so gently combed my hair exactly the way I wore it. I could tell how much fun he was having.

He then took my brush and brushed my hair all back and parted it on the opposite side. "Man, your hair really stands up taller when I brush it like this. I think it looks sharp!"

"Would you mind if I slightly wet your hair and used some product? I’d like to take the blowdryer and brush your hair all straight up and back and see how tall I can get it to look. I bet it will look fantastic!"

"Sure, go ahead. I’m enjoying this and I’m anxious to see how it will look."

Eric had gotten over any shyness he may have had when he first started combing my hair. After he wet my hair, he used the product that I used and ran it all through it. He became more aggressive, and continued to run his hands from the front to the back, getting it to stand up as high as he could. It was a real turn on seeing how much Eric was enjoying getting to play with my hair.

He took the blowdryer and vigorously attacked my hair, forcefully brushing the sides up and back. The sides of my hair were just long enough that when he brushed them back they stayed perfectly in place. I had not had my hair this long it quite awhile and I liked the way it looked.

He then started working on the top, brushing it over and over again until he was satisfied he could not get it to stand any higher. I hadn’t seen my hair without a part in a long time, and I had never brushed it to stand up so high. I thought it really looked good.

"So what do you think of your new look?" Eric asked. "I think it looks awesome! I really had a lot of fun getting to comb it like this."

"I like how you changed the way my hair looks. I really like the way you’ve combed it. I think I may need to take a little off the top for it to look its best, though. I bet you’d like cutting it for me, wouldn’t you? How about if I let you cut off about half an inch off the top right now?"

Eric flashed a huge smile, and said, "Oh, man, I would love to do that! I’ve never cut anyone’s hair before and your hair is so fantastic that I would love to cut it!"

"I can see this happening," I said. "Tonight, I’ll let you start by just taking half an inch off the top. The next time, I’ll have you take half an inch off the top and the sides for me."

"It may be awhile before I let you get a pair of clippers in your hands. I guess it will just depend on how good a job you do when you cut my hair for me," I smiled.

From that day forward, our hair playing sessions lasted twice as long because we were both combing and brushing each other’s hair.

One night I stopped in at Eric’s shop to see how he was doing. "It’s good to see you, and see that you still have that tremendous pompadour. It looks so great."

"I like how you’ve combed your forelock into a big wave like I did the first time I combed your hair. It really shows it off a lot more than brushing it all straight back. It’s awesome how that huge wave stays perfectly in place."

"I have some great news to tell you," Eric said. "My girlfriend, Debbie, and I got engaged a few weeks ago. My parents live here, and Debbie knows them really well. They are crazy about her."

"Debbie’s parents live in California, so I’ve only met them a couple of times. Her parents are coming to visit and meet my parents, and celebrate our engagement."

"Debbie has already told me several times that her dad was really going to have a fit about my hair. When I first met them, my hair was a lot shorter."

"Her father is retired military, and I know he believes a man should have a short, crisp looking haircut. He has no idea how long my hair is. He will really flip out if he sees it the way it is now."

"My dad has also been after me to cut my hair. When we all get together for the first time, I want everything to go perfectly. I know I need to make the best impression I can with Debbie’s parents, and I’ve decided I need to cut my hair."

"I hate the thought of doing it, but I know it’s the best thing to do. There’s no point in starting out on the wrong foot just because my hair is too long. Once they know me better, I can always grow it out again. With them living in California, we’ll only see them once or twice a year, so I can always grow it longer until we go see them."

"I found this picture of how I want to get my hair cut. I figure it’s about three inches on top, with the sides and back tapered down really short. Do you think I’d look good with my hair cut like that?"

"That’s a sharp looking haircut," I said. "It’s basically just a much shorter version of your pompadour. You’ll still be able to brush the top up and back. I know that you really hate to cut your hair, but I think it’s the smart thing to do, and it will really look good. I think no matter how you cut your hair, it will look great."

"Would it be okay if I went with you to watch your barber cut your hair? It would be awesome to see so much of it coming off. I also think your barber wouldn’t get any ideas about cutting your hair too short with me being there."

Eric really surprised me when he said, "Why don’t you cut my hair for me instead? You think you could cut my hair like the guy in the picture?"

"I already know all the things you can do with a brush and a comb, and you did a great job when you trimmed it for me. Since you’re a barber, and love great hair as much as I do, I bet you would give me a great looking haircut, and I know I can trust you."

I thought I was going to explode right then and there. The moment he said, "How would you like to cut my hair?" I had an instant boner.

His hair had grown about an inch, so it was now over nine inches long on top and over five inches on the sides. I would be cutting off six inches of his wonderful hair. That was going to be really intense. I couldn’t wait to do it.

"That would be great. Your hair is so awesome that it would be fantastic cutting it to look like the guy in the picture. I’m sure I could cut it to look exactly like his hair does. When do you want to get it cut?"

"How about if you cut it tonight after I get off work, while I still have my nerve up enough to go ahead and do it? Debbie’s parents are coming in two weeks, so I’d like to get my hair cut and have some time to get used to it."

"That also gives me some time to think about if I want it to be any shorter. I really want to impress her dad. I want things to go perfectly while they are here."

"Come on over to the house after you get off work. I’ll head home and get everything ready to give you a totally different looking haircut. This is going to be awesome!"

Eric showed up right at 9:30. We grabbed a drink and went out on the deck like we always did.

We smoked a joint, and then I started talking about the haircut he was going to get. "It’s hard for me to believe that you’re actually going to get most of your wonderful hair cut off. I’ve never seen you any other way than with your hair being long."

"I knew the day would come when this was going to happen," Eric said. "I just kept trying not to think about it, but it’s been really hard, dreading what I know I needed to do. I’m so glad we met, because I’d much rather have you cut my hair than my previous barber."

"There’s a part of me that’s really freaking out about doing this. It’s been years since my hair has been anywhere near as short as the guy in the picture. I’m not going to look like myself anymore. It scares me a little thinking I might not look good with short hair. I can’t even remember the last time it was that short."

"Eric, you don’t need to worry at all. You’re a really good looking guy, and I bet after a few days having it short, you’ll actually like how it looks."

"You know how much I love your pompadour. It really attracts attention. This new haircut is going to be so much more contemporary looking. With such a sharp looking haircut, people are still going to notice what fantastic hair you have. I’m sure Debbie’s dad will be pleased."

We finished the joint and I said, "Let's head up to my barbershop. You have no idea how much I’m going to enjoy doing this!"

When we got to the room, Eric immediately sat in the chair. The energy in the room was intense. I was so excited because Eric really had one of the best head’s of hair that I had ever cut, and the added bonus was that I was going to be cutting so much of it off!

"How about if you first comb your hair and get it all perfectly in place? I’d then like to take headshots from all different angles, so we will be able to look back at how your hair looked before I cut it."

"Then, before I start cutting it, I want to first comb and brush your hair like I always do, and take headshots of all the different looks."

"I’m going to miss all this beautiful hair you have, but you are going to look so sharp! When I finish the haircut, I want to take headshots again, so we can see the before and after results."

"That sounds great," Eric said. "Let’s do it!"

After Eric finished combing his hair, I photographed it from all different angles. I took almost an hour combing and brushing his hair all the ways I had before, and photographed all the different ways he looked.

One part of me really didn’t want to cut all his beautiful hair off because I enjoyed getting my hands in it all the time. Another part of me was really stoked that I was actually going to cut off almost half a foot of his hair! I was glad I was wearing a long shirt because I could feel that the front of my pants were already wet!

"Okay, here we go!" I said. "Let the haircut begin!"

I slightly wet his hair and combed it all up and back. I started with my scissors and lifted up the long hair at the nape and sliced off three inches. Man, it was a rush!

Lift and cut, lift and cut. I cut the entire back down to about an inch. Eric could not see any hair coming off yet, but he soon would.

I parted his hair on both sides all the way from the front to the back. I combed his hair inside the parts on each side to the center, and used a clamp to keep it staying on top of his head and not have it get in the way.

I combed all the hair on the sides straight down, and starting at his temple, combed a section straight out from the side and cut off over four inches, making certain that it all fell in Eric’s lap.

You should have seen the look on his face when he saw the first beautiful locks coming off! I worked my way to the back and did the same to the other side. His hair on the sides was now a little over an inch long, just like the back.

He already looked so different having four inches of his hair cut off the back and sides, and this was only the beginning of the haircut.

I then put the #2 guard on my clippers and placed them at the base of his neck. I placed my hand on top of his head and pushed it down to where his chin was almost touching his chest. "Can you remember the last time you had clippers used on your hair?" I said.

"This is going to be such a rush for me. I know you don’t want to do this, but try to relax and enjoy it. You have nothing to worry about, and I promise you that you are going to look fantastic."

As I turned on the clippers, I could see that Eric was gripping the arms of the chair. I knew this had to be really intense for him. He was going to have so much of his wonderful hair cut off. He told me he had not had short hair since he was fifteen, and he had never had so much hair taken off all at one time.

I ran the clippers about three inches up the back, removing almost all of the one inch hair that was now on the sides. I then placed the clippers below his sideburn and ran them up to near the top of his ears.

I put the #3 guard on the clippers and starting where I had finished with the #2 guard, ran them up about another inch, leaving his hair just slightly longer.

I was now about an inch below the parts I had made on each side of the top. I switched to the #4 guard and starting where the #3 guard ended, ran them up to the parts. As I did this, I rocked the clippers out as I approached the parts, leaving me a little more hair to blend into the top.

I removed the clamp from Eric’s hair on top and nine inches of his awesome hair cascaded down almost totally covering his eyes and ears. This part was going to be the biggest rush of all.

I combed all the top straight up and back. I took my time because I wanted to remember how fantastic it was having my hands in his hair. I knew I was really going to miss it, but now that I was going to become his barber, I knew I’d have a great time cutting it as he started growing it out again.

I ran my hands through his hair one final time, savoring how wonderful it felt. I lifted up his forelock as straight as I could and took my scissors and cut off almost six inches of his hair. Seeing so much hair coming off was an incredible rush. Eric’s eyes could not have gotten any bigger!

I continued to lift up huge locks, one at a time, and cut them off, leaving his hair a little over three inches on top. There were such thick, huge clumps of hair falling in his lap. It really was mindblowing seeing so much of his beautiful hair coming off.

After I finished taking off all the long hair, I went back over it again with my scissors, making certain that every strand looked perfect. I then just had to take just a little hair off to blend the sides and top together.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked.

"I almost don’t recognize myself. It’s such an extremely different look compared to how my hair has been for so long," Eric said. "I think you are right, though, and after a few days, I’ll be fine with it. It’s a big surprise, but I actually like it, and I think it looks good."

"I think I may even come back and have you take another inch off the top. My hair is so thick that it really stands up, no matter how I comb it. I’m afraid it might be standing up too high, and with the sides so short, will attract too much attention. No more pretty boy look for me!"

"From the way you describe Debbie’s dad, he probably wouldn’t be happy unless you had a short military looking haircut," I said. "You have such awesome hair that I don’t think it’s worth doing that just to please him, especially if you’re only going to see him once or twice a year."

"You know how much I love your hair, but I think you might be right, and you should take the top down a little shorter. I can also use my thinning shears and remove some of the bulk which will cause it not to stand up so high. Are you really sure you want me to do it, though?"

"You know what? What the hell!" Eric said. "Seeing I’ve gone this far, go ahead and take another inch off the top! I’d rather be safe than sorry. I definitely won’t recognize myself then!"

I reached for my thinning shears. I had never used them on Eric before because we both loved how thick his hair was. I found myself in a zone, running my comb through his hair and then really thinning it out.

Eric had never had thinning shears used on his hair before and I could see that he was mesmerized watching long locks of hair coming off as I ran the comb through his hair.

When I finished thinning his hair, I had reduced the bulk by quite a bit, and his hair did not stand up so high. I finished combing his hair all back and then started at the front and cut off another inch"Make certain you stop by after Debbie’s parents leave. I can’t wait to hear how everything turned out and what both dads thought about your haircut. I doubt with the haircut you now have, no one will even mention your hair, other than to say how great it looks. I bet it’s really going to surprise your dad."

"Don’t worry, once they leaveall the way to the back. It was now just a little over two inches long. He looked entirely different, but he also looked really great.

When I finished, Eric said, "I’m really glad that I decided to have you cut it shorter. It really looks great and Debbie’s father and my father will definitely not have any reason to complain about my hair."

"I can’t thank you enough. You made this a lot less stressful than I thought it was going to be. Even though it looks fine, I’m immediately going to start growing it long again. I love my hair way too much to not be able to bury my hands in it. I’m definitely not going to give up doing that."

"When I start growing it out again, I’ll have you trim the ends for me to keep it looking neat. It will be fun seeing all the different ways you can style it as I grow it out again. It’s great knowing that I don’t have to fear my barber cutting off all my hair anymore."

"I’ll come over right after I get off work and tell you all about it. I know that things are definitely going to get off to a better start now that I’ve sacrificed all my hair. Debbie had better appreciate it!"

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