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In the old days, there is a saying: only the barber can make the King bow.
I had a haircut the other day. It felt really refreshing. Removed of all that excess locks provided my head a cooler feeling.
The visit to the barber was time well spent. But it was not always so when I was younger.
During my childhood years, when I was about 7 years old, I did not relish going to the barber shop. I detested it and hated it, second only to going to the dentist.
My father would not accompany me because he had a short temper. With all my protestations going to the place, I would be pinched and forced to walk to the destination. So my mother became my constant companion.
She had a different tact to deal with me. Never to announce beforehand where we are going was her…
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