'LANA.

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Here I am the only person up. Crying in the club right about now, listening to some good ole Odd Future. I miss them, wow.

I want some HOT wings and some fries covered in hot sauce and ranch. A whole craving right now. 

“The meltdown is real!” ALANA dramatized somewhat while she fanned the metal, hot comb in her hand just before combing it through the frontal of one of her clients. She was getting the frontal nice and flat for the woman in the kitchen of her apartment since she took off from being at the shop today. Social workers were coming later and she wanted to be home with the baby and get in preparation for the visit. Outside of the kitchen sat AZOLA in her bouncer with her NUK pacifier in her mouth. The baby seemed to have been calm and in its own little world while ALANA worked. Once done with flattening the top part of her clients hair, she went on to apply more edge control to the baby hairs that she customized.

I’m upset, WOW.

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