A Wig Split.
While waiting for my turn to get my hair cut, my mind drifted off to my second interview Monday evening. It was not unlike a firing squad. Not only was the owner of the firm there again, but also his wife, daughter, son, and grandson. They were all very cordial, but inevitably fired off the same round of questioning previously popped off by their
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