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After Monica left, Tiffany and another stylist named Angie set me up with two more clients.
“Thanks for doing that,” I told them, when I was finished for the evening, and packing up to leave. “I really appreciate you guys helping me find all of these customers.”
“No problem,” replied Angie, who I’d learned had just turned thirty and had recently gotten engaged to some famous British actor. With her platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and perfect body, it didn’t surprise me in the least. “Too bad you can’t do hair. I’d give you all of my clients when I leave this place.”
“When is your last day?” asked Tiffany.
“We’re getting married in three months. I just have to decide when I’m going to put in my notice.”
“You’re so lucky,” sighed Tiffany. “Marrying an actor, traveling
