Dear Razor,
We’ve been through a lot together.
I mean, after No Shave November? You were there.
When my man’s called my beard “facial pubic hair”?
You were there.
But now, the day that I start a new job, ya know who isn’t there?
It’s you, Razor. I thought we had something and in my hour of need? You abandon me!
… or maybe I forgot to charge you. Okay, yeah, that sounds much more likely. Sorry, Razor, my bad.
Sincerely,
Calhoun
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