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I climbed the highest of mountains and trekked through the hottest of sand dunes but failed time and again. Alas, I could take it no more. I decided to head home. As I made my way back to Canada, I came across a young man of Pakistani origin. His demeanor suggested that he was in his early thirties but his facial hair (or lack of it) indicated he was much younger. How could it be? What had he done? I finally worked up the courage to ask him. ?Laser hair treatment? he whispered as he tiptoed towards me (he was only 5?10?). ?What?s that?? I inquired. ?It?s the ONLY way to permanently get rid of hair? he responded. ?Go to the Aesthetic Laser Center downtown? he went on. ?Oh, and ask for Cindy. She?s the best?. I was skeptical. But after such a long and fruitless search, what had I to lose?\r
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As I went in, I was greeted warmly by a young receptionist. After looking out the 14th story building at the world below, a young woman walked in, her full lips revealing a perfect set of ivory teeth (in the interest of full disclosure, she DID have braces at one time). I couldn?t tell if she was Mexican or Turkmen but it didn?t matter. This sasquatch was here on business! She escorted me into the room where the laser treatments took place. What an impeccably clean facility! She placed some ice on my chest, held it for a few second, and then pushed the red button. ?Zap!? the laser went and the hair popped out. Was I dreaming? Was this real?\r
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And so it continued. Every four weeks, I would trek down from British Columba to grungy, granola Seattle for my treatments. Cindy would greet me with a smile every time (even if she was hungry which she could be if she skipped her usually lunch of falafel at the Pacific Place food court or the turkey avocado sandwich at Il Fornaio). She would place the ice, push the button, and ?zap?, the hair would gone. And so the saga went on?\r
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Pros: Cindy
Cons: Nothing
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