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Someone’s Destroyed My Attic Portrait

I’ve avoided facing it for a long time, but I’m afraid I can’t any more. My hair is finally starting to go gray. I thought that I would never go gray, not only because I would never turn old, but also because no one on my mom’s side of the family went gray [...]