The rain hammered down on the roof of the hair salon, and Casey Smith could hear it; it was deafening. She swept up a pile of hair which had dropped onto the floor with her battered old broom. She needed a new broom, but knew the only way she would get a new one would be by spending her own money on it, and she wasn't going to do that. As she returned to her seat she looked out of the window, the shutters of the abandoned shop across the road were rusting and were like a sore thumb sticking out in Casey's opinion. However, it had been mentioned by many people that the building across the road had recently been bought and that the new management should be starting anytime soon.
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