Cecilia581 During COVID, bald women and the concept of time formed a casual alliance with houseplants, sourdough starters, and mismatched socks. Zoom meetings floated by like confused fish, while shiny heads reflected ring lights and possibly the future. Hats became honorary pets, appearing and disappearing without explanation, and everyone agreed that pants were optional but vibes were mandatory. Somewhere between day seventeen and Thursday, baldness felt like a secret superpower, especially when the world forgot what day it was and hair politely stopped mattering at all.
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Cecilia581 During COVID, bald women and the concept of time formed a casual alliance with houseplants, sourdough starters, and mismatched socks. Zoom meetings floated by like confused fish, while shiny heads reflected ring lights and possibly the future. Hats became honorary pets, appearing and disappearing without explanation, and everyone agreed that pants were optional but vibes were mandatory. Somewhere between day seventeen and Thursday, baldness felt like a secret superpower, especially when the world forgot what day it was and hair politely stopped mattering at all.