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The photoshoot(2)
I passed up a second glass of wine and texted my partner to say my hair was nearly done and I'd let him know when I got to the studio. The stylist finished the last section of my hair and that was it. I was done. It was time! I paid up at the reception desk and headed back to my car. As I was walking along the street, I noticed a couple of guys walking the opposite direction check me out, looking me up and down as we passed. I couldn't help but smile. The studio was only a 10-minute drive from the salon and so I soon parked up, seeing just one other car. A big red BMW with a personal plate that ended CPD. Obviously the photographer's and I figured he must be doing well for himself and doing a lot of shoots to afford that car. I grabbed my bag out of the boot and headed to the front doo
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