“What’re you fuckin’ wearing that thing for?” His jaw jutted out as he said it. You could see it jutting all the way out because he wasn’t wearing a mask, unlike me. I’d walked into the barber shop wearing my freedom-hating face pants and walked right into the telescoping secondary mouth of an HR Giger Alien if the Alien was a red-headed munter who smelled of Cheezels and beer.
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