Maya pushes my head back in to the basin. "Are you here for a colour and cut, or just a cut?"
"Cut and blow-dry." I say, water splashing on to my temples.
"Fabulous."
She runs her fingers through my hair, wringing it and squeezing it before adding shampoo. I always shut my eyes when they wash my hair. For as long as I've been coming here, there have
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