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Friday, June 02, 2006
white strand
I was ruffling through my hair as I always do. Something, not clearly visible, yet prominent enough, caught my eye in my clenched fist: A WHITE STRAND OF HAIR! When did I become old??? Perhaps it's not hair, but some plastic thread. But I'm kind of positive it is, hair.. my white hair.
Tomorrow will be a long day. Going to UTSC for a CPR course with my brother.
Tomorrow will be a long day. Going to UTSC for a CPR course with my brother.