So I am here at the beauty shop, getting my hair done. My Aunt Pat puts me under the hair dryer and I getting myself together. I got my book, my Ipod, and my water. While I'm putting my Ipod in, the lady next to me starts asking all these questions about my Ipod, I don't mind she is older and just curious. But out of nowhere where she says,"Let me listen, I hope you ain't got a lot of rap on there, I hate rap. I was taken aback. I was like are you serious, and she was. Which brings me to who does that?
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