So the other day, I'm in the shower washing my hair. Per usual, as I rinse the shampoo out, I'm shedding terribly and have a handful of hair. As I open my hand, I spot something that is different, something so different that in a sea of near-black hairs with the occassional coppery streak, it cannot help but be noticed. I will not say what color it was, but it was not a color that I want on my head.
The little traitor.
Still I'm only 29 years old.
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