Some years ago, I met a young man. He was trying to grow a mustache. He was someone's friend. My friend slept with him. He was trying to make some films. I didn't know much about him. I didn't think much about him. Next time he occurred to me, he was married, and in love in a way I wouldn't have expected. He managed to grow that mustache. And a beard. I guess that's just the age we're at.
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