Wow, that is some Nixon caliber five-o-clock shadow. The poor girl at the visa office took the picture 3 times in a row, apologizing each time. I guess even she was appalled at my swarthy-ness.(I am considering having my eyes surgically moved closer together. Why not turn that knob all the way to eleven, and have my eyeballs actually rub against each other in my skull?)
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