Conditional Reality

We had fast growing hair, up to half an inch a day. As a consequence we were something of a curiosity. For many years we were the subject of experiments and investigations by numerous scientists and journalists. Eventually we grew weary of their attentions and told them all to go away. They reluctantly agreed to leave us alone. Our hair grew and grew and grew. Once a week we cut it all off and donated it to an organization that makes wigs for cancer patients. We sometimes see our hair on the heads of passersby and are overcome with tears.

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