I shave my beard; Lucy, 8, charitably lops her locks
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People are smiling this week when they see my face. It’s not because they’re eager to see me or because they think I’m going to pay back the $20 I’ve owed them since just before Christmas.
Fat chance.
No, they smile because my face has become their spring-is-here forecast.
The dark, grey clouds on my face have lifted and have been replaced by pure sunshine, that is if
People are smiling this week when they see my face. It’s not because they’re eager to see me or because they think I’m going to pay back the $20 I’ve owed them since just before Christmas.
Fat chance.
No, they smile because my face has become their spring-is-here forecast.
The dark, grey clouds on my face have lifted and have been replaced by pure sunshine, that is if
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