I walked into Green Spirit today, resplendent under my newly dyed hair.
Karen, “Ooo, you've changed your hair colour.”
“Yep, did it this morning, wha-du-yu-fink?”
“It looks great.”
At this she rummages in her pocket for her specs and pushes them onto her face. She leans hard across the counter, scrutinizing me and says disapprovingly, “Yee-es, sorta great.”
“Bit like the staff then,” I retort.
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