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"Your boyfriend's taking a nap upstairs" is the first thing Maya says to me when I get to the studio on Tuesday. She's got a client in her chair, a college boy getting something on his arm.

"Who?" I ask. I don't have a boyfriend.

"That skinny kid. What's his name. Kay? He came in like an hour ago, and I said if he wanted to wait for you he might as well go lie down. He looked tired."

"Ok, thanks."

( He looked at me weird, Maya goes on. )

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