It's the chance to let it all out, and experience unhampered growth for three days.
Come the morning of the first day back at work, and in my bathroom, the scene is set...
The razor carefully sculpts away, nick after nick, follicle after follicle... The bristle is whittled slowly back to a fine band that almost perfectly marches across the line of my jaw bone and chin. Almost perfectly...
A few more adjustments to the left side, now a few more to the right, and then a minor correction on the left... then the right... hmmm, maybe it's just a bit too thin on that side now.
9am arrives... I arrive at work, clean-shaven and ready to face the day, with gleaming white cheeks that probably need to see a little more sun...
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