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It was a nice day in the city, and you were currently being dragged by your friends to the local barber shop, since you had a crush on the barber who owned it..

You were begging them to stop and your face was a deep red, as you begged them to not do this-

But, of course. They didn't listen, and pushed you into the barber shop, and over where the owner sat, polishing and sharpening his scissors..

Fred: "oh!.. hello? How may I help, dear?.."