You can shave as close as you want an' no more close than you want. Barbers can't do that. Every once an' awhile they get my face sore. . . . We've ben boobs all these years, Bert, runnin' the chances of barber's itch.

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I’m luck to have fallen upon you, Kemp. You must help me. Fancy tumbling on you just now! I’m in a devilish scrape […]

“I...had a nap,” I said. “Good shout. Got to be strategic about these things. Jess went for a nap a couple of hours ago but hasn't resurfaced, so I think she's failed again this year.” I blinked. I didn't know what to say to him. “So, no one else make it?”