.“Yes,” I replied. I took her with me, and just before going to the bathroom, she stopped me.“I want your help,” she said, looking serious.“How can I help?” I asked.“You don’t have to dye my friend’s hair the same color as mine. Do any color, but not the same as mine. I will pay you double for that,” she replied, her eyes pleading with me.I was shocked. “What are you saying? I didn’t get it,” I asked her again.“You heard it right. Please don’t. I don’t want Ava to look like me. She always copies me—my style, everything. Please, I beg you, don’t do that,” she pleaded, looking sad.“Okay, let me talk to her. I will try to understand her. She should have her own style,” I replied, trying to assure her.“She will not understand, I know,” she replied sadly.“But we should try,” I said.We then went back to the salon. Ava was waiting for me.“Ava, I have a suggestion for you,” I spoke to her, and she looked at me.“Yes,” she replied.“Look, the brown color looks good on your hair. You
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