You don’t even think about your duffel bag being open and your stuff out on full display until Andrew, squirming with restlessness just a few words into your story, pulls your cocoa-butter-scented shaving cream off the top. You brace yourself. It’s the expensive stuff, which you’ve committed to only after years of costly and painful trial and error. It comes in an old-fashioned metal can, and the label has an outsider design quality. It begs to be handled. You’re not surprised Andrew has never heard of cocoa butter but you are surprised by the earnest tone in which he asks you about it. What
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