I scratched at my scalp with bitten nails and wondered what it looked like underneath all that hair. I was standing at the bus station on a damp afternoon, everything a touch too warm for comfort. For a while I pondered shaving my head to reveal the skin underneath - no doubt scarred and blemished from years of a nasty habit, that abrasive
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