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Another call, another day on the job.
Jack rubbed the redness surrounding his eyes; a lot of late nights had been coming up, recently, and his call-out list was pushing to the absolute limit. Jack couldn't quite understand why his frequency in customers had suddenly boomed, though it may have had something to do with his previous celebrity encounter, and the promise of free publication. At last there had become actual evidence that some of humanity could keep to a genuine promise.
Pulling on the rugged sleeves of his overcoat and taking hold of his bag of technology, Jack snatched up his keys and headed out of the front door. The greatest plus of all this extra business, as Jack had so often mused happily to himself through tired yawns and sore eyes, was the addition of the 'tech mobil'. Starting the engine and shifting into first, Jack drove sleepily from the driveway of his house and out towards the residence of she who had summoned his experience that day.
Upon his arrival at the address, the young man smoothed over his scruffy fluffs of brownish hair. He had little time to care too wholly for it, and in his free time he did it no good by spraying it full of coloured chemical in compressed cans which would go on to clutter up his bedroom. All the fixtures of tightly knotted ribbon he often strung through it when making trip of an evening out, most probably did his split ends no good, either.
As he arrived at the door and knocked prominently, Jack pondered how long the job would take and whether or not he could fit in a hair appointment before the next call.
Jack rubbed the redness surrounding his eyes; a lot of late nights had been coming up, recently, and his call-out list was pushing to the absolute limit. Jack couldn't quite understand why his frequency in customers had suddenly boomed, though it may have had something to do with his previous celebrity encounter, and the promise of free publication. At last there had become actual evidence that some of humanity could keep to a genuine promise.
Pulling on the rugged sleeves of his overcoat and taking hold of his bag of technology, Jack snatched up his keys and headed out of the front door. The greatest plus of all this extra business, as Jack had so often mused happily to himself through tired yawns and sore eyes, was the addition of the 'tech mobil'. Starting the engine and shifting into first, Jack drove sleepily from the driveway of his house and out towards the residence of she who had summoned his experience that day.
Upon his arrival at the address, the young man smoothed over his scruffy fluffs of brownish hair. He had little time to care too wholly for it, and in his free time he did it no good by spraying it full of coloured chemical in compressed cans which would go on to clutter up his bedroom. All the fixtures of tightly knotted ribbon he often strung through it when making trip of an evening out, most probably did his split ends no good, either.
As he arrived at the door and knocked prominently, Jack pondered how long the job would take and whether or not he could fit in a hair appointment before the next call.