My beard exceeded the maximum poofiness allowed a while back. I've told Carrie that if she wanted to cut my hair I'd trim it. Today, she consented to shave my neck.
"Any requests?" I asked.
"Surprise me," Carried replied.
Farewell, beard.
Hello, 70s.
Carrie couldn't look away (but not in the good way). I blew her mind! I refused to trim it, too, until she completed her part of the bargain and trimmed my neck.
I ended up with this. It's been years since my beard has been this small. The first thing I noticed was how cold my hands were on my cheeks. Feels odd.
Carrie made me promise to tell her about how my students react tomorrow.
Great job! You look so handsome!
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