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I am Babette Wilson, sixty-eight years old, and on the morning of my son Jackson’s wedding, I woke up completely bald.
“Now you have the look that suits you, you ridiculous old woman.”
My hands trembled as I read it.
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I am Babette Wilson, sixty-eight years old, and on the morning of my son Jackson’s wedding, I woke up completely bald.
“Now you have the look that suits you, you ridiculous old woman.”
My hands trembled as I read it.
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