Now to continue.... As I get ready every afternoon a soft glow of sunlight shines through the window behind me. I examine my ever aging face. I see the spots and the imperfections. I accept them. However, one afternoon the light was at such a perfect angle that it lit up a chin hair so magnificently that it glowed. I looked closer at the mirror thinking that I had a piece of glitter on my chin. But no. It was a long, thick, course, grey hair. I swear it was six inches long and curled back under my jawline, hiding like an embarrassment.
I plucked it out and it was definitely the makings of a potential beard. This made me scrutinize my upper lip. Nothing visible there, whew. Next I examined my neck and sure enough a carpet of downy hair lit up like white lint seen under a black light. Although the fine hair doesn't have the ability to become a mutton chop, I decided then and there that I am going to shave like a man.
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