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January 25, 2016

Word Fifty-Seven: Sacrifice

When her station cleaned and her kit packed away, Isabelle looked around the salon. Her station lamp was the last on lit, along with the bright neon lights in the window to inform walk-in clients they were open. She sat for a moment and pondered.

How could she have been so foolish?

Why didn’t she see through his lies and his manipulations? How could she not see how this would turn out?

But really, who could blame her? But at 16, when you are the only one capable of working, you’ll do anything to make sure your family is provided for…

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Word Fifty-Six: Danger Ahead

Her back ached with each movement of her arms. Halfway through her 10 hour shift, and not one client had tipped. She couldn’t understand- did they not like her work? She studied so hard, kept on top of the most recent beauty trends- but it wasn’t good enough.

While cleaning her station, she wondered if she should ask her boss about more classes, but when she remembered she’d need to pay a steep fee, she pushed the thought away. She still had yet to pay him for the last class, and rent…from last month…what was she to do now?

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