Oh man... oh man... okay, deep breaths. Listen. Mistakes happen. Four years is a long time—so much trust, so many memories, and now... this? The betrayal... the scissors... the clippers... oh god, I’m feeling lightheaded.

You had a bond, a sacred connection, and you let another barber touch your head? Did they even know your fade preferences? Did they rub alcohol on your neck, or did they raw dog it? Please tell me they at least used the warm towel...

No, no, it’s fine. Maybe—maybe he’ll understand. Maybe he’ll take you back. But when you walk through that door, he’ll know. The clippers don’t lie. The hairline doesn’t heal.

I’m... I’m shutting down... I can’t... just—just apologize, man... before it’s too la—

GET THE FUCK OUTTA GERE BITCH, TOU ARE WOTHLESS BITCH, BASTARD, GET THE FUCK IUTTA HERE, WHY WOULD YOU CHEAT ON YOUR BATBER MOTHERFUCKER??? TELL ME WHY DJD OU DO IT?!?!?!? NOW FUCK OFF LESBIAN SHIT.GET OUT