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Shshshshshshiver

Sam got a most-excellent haircut last week, having settled on a barber through that old friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend thing that San Francisco does so well.

In the course of telling me all this, Sam mentions that his new barber uses a straight-razor for shaving.

So, on Friday, I'm getting my head shaved with a straight-razor by none other than Joe The Barber.

Oooooh, the antici------------pation.

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