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Nov 1 · 3 min read
“Now Billy, shaving is part of being a man.”
It was Sunday morning and Billy stood in the little bathroom of the little house on pleasant street. Birds chirped outside and the sun shone in through the window. He had shaving cream in a good strong lather across his neck and held a freshly stropped razor in his hand. Sam stood next to him with his arms crossed and continued in a strong, rich baritone.

