
Current hairdressing woes aside, my life has been blighted by a rough deal dealt by my genes!
You’d think a sane and rational older adult, in a world with so many problems and so much sadness, would have better things to think about. But my genes preoccupy too much of my thinking time. It’s not my congenital hammer toe, but my hair, which disturbs me.
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