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The panel looked at Mike. Sweat formed on his bovine upper lip. They wanted to crucify him here. To eradicate his heresies.
My hand rubbed the whiskers. They always sprouted overnight like weeds. And now I had to mow them down. I wasn't looking forward to it. Not with this hangover.
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