I had been growing my hair for Locks of Love, to help children with cancer. I stopped by your barber shop in Fullerton and told you I wanted just a trim since I need to have at least 12 inches of hair to make a wig for a child. Did you listen to me? Noooooooooooooooo! By the time you turned me toward the mirror, you had left me with a military “hipster” haircut. Now I have to start all over again. People with no skills should not be cutting hair. May your pirate ship sink at sea!
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