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Beautician Stops Combing

The beautician frowns in the mirror. She stops combing. I think she has found a tick. I get them frequently. I live in the country. Why would you have paint in your hair? She asks me. I am a painter, I tell her. She gives me a look I have not seen since my mother died. I have to laugh.

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Date: 7/18/2022 12:57:00 PM
You must have a new beautician. Or, you don't tell your beautifician what you do for fun, relaxation, and rejuvenation.
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L Milton Hankins
Date: 7/18/2022 5:14:00 PM
True. Counsellors are always good listeners. That's their stock in trade, right?
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/18/2022 2:52:00 PM
I usually act like a bartender to them, listening with my heart as they talk.
Date: 7/18/2022 12:49:00 PM
Made me laugh as well!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/18/2022 2:52:00 PM
I am glad Ilene I really am.

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