Healthy

Just outside of Chinatown, the stylist holds my hair in his hands and calls to his assistant. “Help me!” She runs over and sticks her fingers into the dye-free floppy strands. “It’s hard to hold!” he exclaims. “It’s so healthy!” she nods. “It is sooo healthy!” he returns. “We never see hair this healthy,” the assistant speaks into the now-falling tresses…

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