[I] don’t know what it is about the fall that makes me feel the need to grow a beard. Maybe it is something buried deep within my DNA. But is never fails that I find myself, in autumn, making the effort without really thinking about it. Maybe it stems from laziness. In any case, I have yet to be successful. I think the longest I’ve ever gone is 20 days–the point at which the itching finally gets to me and I admit my defeat. Will I make it longer than 20 days this time around? I started on October 1. We’ll see…
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