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He parks the car and walks around to help you out. During the short walk to the restaurant door his arm protectively encircles your waist. Suddenly you're inside and the bright lights reflect off the mirror in the entryway.
As he turns you around to help you remove your coat, you catch his image in the mirror and your blood runs cold. Where there should be sparkling glints of appreciation in his eyes, you see disgust.
Following his gaze you see it. . .telltale white tracks. . .sprinkled across both your shoulders like frozen snowflakes. But it isn't snowing. Your secret is revealed and the evening is over before it's begun. Embarrassed, humiliated and defeated again. . .by dandruff!
Okay, so maybe our story is a bit dramatic. But no less hurtful if you have ever had a similar experience. The truth is, we've all had the problem at some time and to one degree or another.
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