It had been with me for so long. I can't even remember a time in my adult life that I didn't have it. It was who I am. My identity. Why did I ever listen to my mother? I guess I was trying to be a good son and please her. She never liked it. She thought it made me into someone I wasn't.
She was so wrong.
I look at myself today and I don't recognize the man in the mirror. I dislike this guy. Pierre was right. I should've never shaved my mustache.
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