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On Being a Baldheaded Assassin

The first time I shaved my hair off was in 2011. I don’t remember the exact date but it was sometime around March or April. I had jokingly proposed the idea to my family at breakfast one morning and they all said I couldn’t do it. So I did. While it wasn’t shiny baldheadedness, it was quite close and I loved it. So much that I kept it that way for several months before I decided to finally grow it out.

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