Dermot had long hair and was fiercely proud of it. So proud, in fact, that he refused to cut it for any reason, even to get a job at the factory like his mother wanted him to.
“Those jobs pay good money,” she told him, “but they won’t hire nobody who has no long hair.”
Seizing his opportunity to be a smartass, Dermot replied, “Ah, so they’ll hire somebody who doesn’t have short hair?”
“No, that’s not what I said.”
“But it is what you didn’t say.”
“What?”
“Exactly.”
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