![]() I keep running my fingers through my long hair it feels like silk as I wear it down for one last time, I can see my self in the mirror opposite my hair looks beautiful against the prim white round neck blouse I’m wearing and my navy pleated knee length skirt doesn’t look at all out of place in this salon. My heart is pounding and my stomach is in a tight knot. I’m now sitting in the waiting area of the ‘Gala hair salon’ in a small West Country town. I can’t really believe I am going to do this what am I thinking? ![]() All people and locations mentioned in this story are purely ficticous.
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