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The Proposition

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The Proposition

It was a humid summer night when the shadows crept across the skyscrapers of Manhattan, casting long, inky fingers over the city. Jonathan Reed, an unassuming bachelor, found himself at a dimly lit, exclusive bar called "The Velvet Parlor." It was the kind of place where the rich and the powerful gathered to relax, away from the prying eyes of the common man. Jonathan didn't belong here, but fate had a funny way of leading the lost.

Scarlett's Secret

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The man with the unruly mane of long, dark hair stepped into the dimly lit club, his eyes scanning the room with a sense of detachment that had become a habit. His hair, a cascade of midnight strands, flowed down his back like a rebellious river. It was his signature, a defiant statement against conformity, and an unspoken challenge to a world that preferred neatly cropped conformity. He was no stranger to curious glances, smirks, and whispered comments as he moved through the crowd. Tonight, however, would be different.

Good Intentions

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In a quiet town, lived a young boy named Liam. Liam was known for his compassionate heart and willingness to help others. One day, he learned about a charity that made wigs for children suffering from cancer, and he knew he had to do something to contribute. With a determined spirit, he decided to grow out his hair to donate.

Dorm Room Salon

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Dorm Room Salon

Mike had always been proud of his long hair. It had taken him all of high school to grow it out and he loved the way it flowed down to the middle of high back in thick waves. When he got accepted into college, he was excited to start a new chapter in his life and find his true personality, knowing that his long hair would be a part of his identity.

Teenage Rebellion

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Teenage Rebellion

As a young boy, Jeremy had always been fascinated by the way his mother styled her hair. She had long, flowing locks that she would straighten and curl to perfection, often spending hours in front of the mirror to get the perfect look. Jeremy always envied her hair and makeup and wished he could do the same, a feeling he made sure to keep bottled up.

The Haircut

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The Haircut

Tom had been growing his hair out to donate it. After 2 years of no trims, his hair was down to his chest. The day had finally come to get it cut.
As Tom walked into the salon, he could see the stylist was a little taken aback by the length of his hair. She’d never seen such long hair on a man.

"Hi I'm Ella! How can I help you?" She asked.

"Hi, I'm Tom. I want to donate my hair and was looking to get a haircut," he explained.

Cinderella Part 2

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Christmas morning came around and Madame finally unlocked the door to let Alex come down to join his stepsisters for opening presents. Alex was surprised to see that there were a few packages for him. When he opened the first bag, he was shocked to see a pair of dresses.

“I think this one is for Margaret or Stacy. It’s a dress,” he said.

Cinderella

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When Alex was 12 years old his mother passed away. His father quickly married another woman. Stella, who was always referred to as Madame, was his new stepmother. She had two children from a previous marriage, Margaret and Stacy. Only a year after his father got remarried, he too passed away in a tragic accident leaving Alex behind with his stepmother. Stella promised to take care of Alex and treat him like her one of own daughters when her husband passed away. Very quickly Alex learned that he was not welcome in his own home.

Rohan's Hair

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Rohan grew up with a traditional Indian mother. She held up her values and made sure he adhered to them too. When he didn’t there was strict punishment to enforce good behaviour. For the most part, Rohan was a good kid, except that he wanted to grow his hair out.

The Tournament

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Joseph Eduardo Vincent was your average fifteen-year-old boy. He loved being outdoors and running around. Like most boys on his soccer team, Joe had longer hair. His blonde locks now reached just passed his shoulders, although you wouldn’t be able to tell with the amount of dirt and grease built up. He kept up in a bun like most of the boys on the team to prevent it from getting in his eyes. Besides having a manbun was all the rage nowadays with the elite players having one. Fortunately for Joe, his parents were completely indifferent to his long hair.

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