It began with a simple haircut, a trim of the usual sort. But little did I know, the scissors were not what they seemed.

Now I'm trapped in a world of follicular despair, with hair that grows at an alarming rate, like a sentient, vengeful entity.

The choices were stark: accept the inevitable, a lifetime of bad hair days, or seek out the ancient ones, who hold the secret to taming this mane of doom.

I chose the latter, and so I set off into the unknown, into the Land of the Lost Clips.

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