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The apocalypse started in the middle of Robin’s balayage appointment. She was left with the awkward decision of waiting the extra hour for the toner to work its magic on her long, soon to be ombre locks, or leaving the salon at once to sort out her affairs at home. 

Read more in Brittany Amos’ delightful satire, “Hairstyles For the Apocalypse” in our latest isssue.