Jeff grows a beard every winter. I grumble and groan and plead with him not to. I prefer the clean shaven face. Why bury those dimples? Today he headed out for a haircut since the new job starts Monday. He had them do a cut and shave the beard, but asked to leave a mustache just to freak me out. It worked. He's not allowed to share my bed until it's long gone, so I'm guessing it will be gone by tonight!
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