Confession time. Every morning, I have to shave my upper lip. When I wake, the area between my nose and my mouth is a veritable flowerbed of black bristles.I look like Adolf Hitler’s less attractive distant cousin. It’s a seriously bad mustache.And, you know what, it’s the same all over! My cheeks, my legs, my armpits, even my toes. You name it. Where there’s fertile flesh, hair will find a way to take root.
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