Chapter 137 one hundred and thirty seven

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“Yes, sir,” the woman smiled, eyes lighting up.

I sat in front of the mirror and watched him sit and cross his legs over, watching the hairdresser closely.

What manner of man was he?

By the time they were done, I barely recognized myself in the mirror. My black hair parted...

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