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slades haircut

Slade’s Haircut

When Slade steps out of the front door he is blinded for a moment by the white, fizzing sunlight and reaches instinctively for his dad's hand.
It's the first really warm day of the year, an unexpected heat that bridges the cusp between spring and summer. Father and son are on their way to the barbershop, something they have always done together.
As Always, the routine is the same. "It's about time we got that mop of yours cut," Slade’s dad will say, pointing at him with two fingers, a cigarette wedged between them. "Perhaps I should do it. Where are those shears Janet?"
Sometimes his dad chases him round the living room, pretending to cut off his ears. When he was young Slade used to get too excited and start crying, scared that maybe he really would lose his ears, but he has long since grown out of that.
Mr. Chuckles’ barbershop is in a long room above the chip shop, reached by a steep flight of stairs. There is ...

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