Hector is frustrated with his barber. Every Spring he goes in with a full, glossy fleece, and the hope of an elegant coiffure. And every year he comes out with the same severe buzz cut all over, except his head, which resembles a mop. It’s just plain lazy. Henry dreams of opening a salon where alpacas will come for tints and highlights, braids and Brazilian blow-dries. In the meantime he grinds his teeth and makes the most of his bangs.
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