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A warm, almost hot sensation spread across my right cheek as Tiffany pressed the freshly waxed skin with her gloved hand. For a moment, the soothing pressure nearly made me relax, distracting me from what was happening behind me. Unfortunately, the next second brought me crashing back to reality.

“Motherfucker!” I yelled, my fingers curling into fists as the lady behind me ripped away another strip with ruthless efficiency.

“There, there,” Tiffany said calmly, her tone practiced and reassuring. She kept her palm pressed gently against my cheek, easing the sting. “Just a minute, and it’ll be back to normal.”

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