Anything was really better than sitting around his room and being a bitter, brooding mess over things. The flood had distracted him by way of not having to look at himself (technically) or her (also technically) but that was done and Mustache March was about the only distraction he had.
"Would you really stop shaving for a whole month?" Yeah, he's going back to that.
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"Would you really stop shaving for a whole month?" Yeah, he's going back to that.