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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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