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My Friend, the Stylist

Friendships can come in all shades and textures

It was like no time had gone by — even though we hadn’t seen or spoken to each other in over a decade. We met when we were in our roaring twenties. She was a budding hair stylist working under the tutelage of a slightly more established mentor. And I was a hungry, ambitious writer who would’ve done anything to be blessed with the prime…