Saw the John Francis yesterday in all his beardy glory. How can he still be attractive with that fretful porpentine of hair clinging to his face? And yet the ladies seem undaunted.
Despite my remonstrations, the Lad, too, will be using his chin to smuggle a beard home for me. I was hoping for something pretty and exotic, like diamonds, but I’ll take what I can get.
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