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The geeky coworker, decked in stunning white corduroy flare pants, seemed impressed. "Wow...really?"
Ray John resumed shaving as he spoke. "Yeah. I've got hair all over. As the Cowsills once said...long, beautiful hair, shining, gleaming, screaming, flaxen, waxen."
"It grows on your forehead, too?"
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