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The distinguished gentleman rose to take the lectern. The audience hushed as he cleared his throat. a shot rang out. the hush was replaced by an anarchic but subdued roar.
The hair pooled on the ground beneath her feet like a golden waterfall. The whirring of the clippers was the sound of liberation. Bald is beautiful, she thought.
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