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Before I Owned The Door

Before I owned a shop, I worked in one.Quincy Barbers.It had been there since 1948, and it looked like it.Bare concrete floors.Old pine on the walls.Dust in corners nobody noticed anymore.It wasn’t charming.It was tired.The owner was intense. Scattered.By the … Continue reading

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