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The delivery room was suddenly transformed into a scene of pure shock. Nurses and doctors gathered around the bassinet, unable to tear their eyes away from the infant who seemed to have been born fully styled for a shampoo commercial. It was a physical trait so striking that it felt like an anomaly of nature. As the days passed, Ivy’s hair did not thin or shed; instead, it grew even more lustrous. Strangers in the street would stop in their tracks, staring at the pram with wide eyes, frequently asking Emily if the hair was actually real or if she was using some kind of baby-safe extensions.
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