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Chapter Four Finding Beauty in the Beast I go to a beautician to get my hair done. I know that sounds kind of fruity, but she’s the only one who knows how to get it right. She’s a former lover of my lesbian sister Sheila, and she’s been doing it for me since high school, when she first started practicing cosmetology. I’ve always worn it long, down past my shoulders, and with everyone else it always just hangs there kind of lank. Somehow she knows how to make it look thicker, fuller, totally bitchin’ cool in fact, and she doesn’t even charge me. Still my buddies would never let me hear the end of this, and so we always arrange to have it done after hours, when I can slip in without any of her customers or employees around to catch me. And so it is this time when I arrive at her otherwise