I was combing my hair, I was tired, but the photo shoot for the California magazine was essential for my career. My usual photographer had recently changed jobs and I was waiting for another one to replace him, hoping he was as good as him. I heard the door open and I didn't even turn around, saying in a firm voice as I continued to comb my hair, admiring myself in the mirror "Are you the new photographer...? If you are, fell free to get ready, I don't mind, don't worry..."
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