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Grooming Station

Chapter 20: . I ignored Clive and went straight to the fourth floor washrooms. They were the least busy and the little Haitian guy manning them had more than cologne and fresh napkins to hand out; he had a grooming station. I gave him twenty bucks to use his clippers and had him shave my head bare. I was unrecognizable except for my dashing smile, which I was in no mood to use.

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