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              and the price of his winter gas bill—everything except their
              absentee parents.

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              On Wednesday Greta came home from her English final to
              find Ash in a kitchen chair and Nate standing behind him
              with clippers. Ash’s long brown wisps had fallen in a mesh of

              hair on the pocked hardwood.
                 “What are you guys doing?” she asked, peering over Ash’s
              scalp.
                 Ash turned proudly in each direction so she could inspect
              it. Nate had shaved along the sides and back, leaving a longer
              section down the center.
                 “What’d you do that for?”

                 “All the cool kids are doing it,” Ash said.
                 “Shut up.” Greta flicked the back of his head.
                 Nate turned on the clippers and touched up an uneven
              spot.
                 “Don’t you think it might hurt your chances of getting a
              job?” she asked.
                 “I’m pretty sure it won’t hamper my ability to lower fries
              into a deep fryer.”
                 “Touché.”

                 Ash had applied for three jobs already that week, at two
              fast-food places and a snow-removal company. Nothing yet.
              Greta had applied as a cashier at the only supermarket in
              busing distance and at a place that made cinnamon buns



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