With one full swoop with her scissors, madame had mannaged to cut around 8 inches off of my brownish blonde hair. I sat there in silence as i watched the strads fall and hit the ground. I had not expected her to take off that much hair. I turned and looked in the mirror to see my hair, it was so uneven and choppy looking, my hair only reached to my jaw. Panic set in, without knowing, I beagan to cry.
"do you not like it?" madame said curriously.
"no i HATE it."
"well, if you dont like the look, you might like the price ill pay for the hair i cut." madame said happily. i just sat and waited for the price. "ill pay 250 for this hair of yours. that will be enugh to buy you 4 wigs." she said. But, i didnt want the wigs i wanted my hair back. i agreed and took the money........
(i dont know how to end this, so you will have to come up with the ending, and sorry for the typos. please let me know if this is okay or not, and keep me updated for the ending you put!!)
Answer: cual es la pregunta o la duda ?
Explanation:
She was of necessity running a grass roots campaign...her target audience was unlettered
